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Disclaimer: That's So Raven belongs to Brookwell-McNamara Entertainment, The
Disney Channel, That's So Productions and Warren And Rinsler Productions.
This story is not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 01/31/2009

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, female solo sex, male solo sex, male/female sex, strong
language

Category: Het

Pairing: Chelsea/m

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Other Notes: This AU story is an answer of one of PEJA's Use This Line
Challenges and based on an Anneliese Van Der Pol fake by an artist known as
MacMan.

Summary: After Chelsea says goodbye to her family and friend, she moves
herself from San Francisco to New York City in order to go to school at NYU,
only to have her bump into a handsome male stud in Central Park.

Dedications: None so far.
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That's So Raven: Chelsea's Story
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected] com)

Hi there! My full name is Chelsea Ophelia Daniels and it was at a local high
school within the city of San Francisco, California that I had allowed myself
to meet two African-American students who I had the pleasure of becoming best
friends with whose names happen to be Raven Baxter -- the only girl in the
entire school who happens to possess physic abilities -- and Eddie Brown.

And well, in spite of the fact that I don't have Raven's ability to peek into
the future, I really don't know what it had in store for Eddie. But I really
am glad to know that with the blessing of his parents -- Victor and Tanya
Baxter -- and in spite of the fact that her little brother Cory was still
willing to keep on giving her nothing but grief, Raven was able to land
herself a job working for the world-renowned fashion designer Donna Cabonna
and willing to keep on working for her even though the one girl who happens
to be known as Donna's 'personal assistant' and whose name happens to be
Tiffany had been trying to get poor Raven fired just to keep her stupid job.

As for me, let's just say that now is the time to go right on ahead and start
telling you the story of what had happened to me after I had finally
graduated from high school with Raven, Eddie and the other students of that
very same school. So anyway, as soon as we had arrived at Victor Baxter's
restaurant just in time for his beloved daughter's graduation celebration,
both Raven and Eddie were both looking like they were telling each other
about what their own futures should be.

And to tell you the honest truth, it really was a good thing that I had
cleared my throat, looked at my two best friends straight in the eyes and let
them know that I had decided to move myself to New York City and attend
classes at New York University in spite of the fact that I would truly miss
them with all of my heart.

And much to my surprise, both Raven and Eddie had looked at me with real
understanding in their eyes, given me a big friendly hug and told me that
they would miss me too and I should not forget to have a nice life. Then on
the very next day, after I had packed-up my personal stuff and given each and
every member of my own family -- which had included our pet basset hound
named Sam -- a big 'goodbye' hug and kiss, I had placed myself and my
packed-up stuff inside a taxi-cab and allowed the driver to take me to the
airport which was where I was able to make the first available flight to New
York.

And then, as soon as my flight had finally landed in the New York airport and
I was able to reclaim my things, I had taken a bus straight to the one city
known all over the world as 'The Big Apple'. And after that bus had arrived
at my destination, I had gotten myself and my stuff off the bus just in time
for me to go enroll myself into NYU and move myself into the very first
furnished apartment that had became available for me to live in.

And let me tell you right now that even though my new place had looked great
before, all of my personal touches had made my new home look even better.
Anyway, on a day after I had moved and gotten myself settled into my very own
apartment, I had turned on the TV set and watched The Today Show on WNBC-TV
Channel 4 while I was having my breakfast.

And after that, I had gotten myself dressed and stepped out of my new pad in
order to go do some jogging within the city's very own Central Park. But
then, as soon as I had jogged myself all the way over to Central Park and
halfway down the walkway path, I had suddenly bumped myself straight into
some guy who looks like he has all of the good looks and none of the brains.

And just as I was about to open my mouth and say something to the guy, he had
looked at me with a small smile on his face, let out a small chuckle and
said, "I really am sorry about that. I guess that I was unable to look where
I was going with my little buddy on," before he had shown me the portable
radio that he had against his ear while he was jogging and it was tuned in to
WXRK-FM, the one radio station known as 92.3 K-Rock and whose slogan happens
to be 'Where Rock Lives'.

"By the way, my name is Michael Millington and I'm here because of the fact
that my parents had insisted on me going to school at NYU because if I refuse
to do that, they would permanently cut me off from my trust fund. And believe
me when I tell you that I would have no choice but to look like a total fool
if I had allowed that to happen to me," that was what a small-smiling Michael
had said to me after he had placed his hand on his chest and before I had let
out a small giggle, looked at him with a small smile on my own lips and said,
"Well, my dear Mister Michael Millington. If I'm not mistaken, there happens
to be an old saying which happens to be 'a fool and his money are soon
parted'. And if you were to personally ask me, it really was a smart thing
for you to let your parents talk you into going to school at NYU because you
really don't look like a total fool to me."

But then, as soon as we had shared a small chuckle between us and he was
about to ask me what my name was, the clouds above us had suddenly turned
grey and it had started pouring down rain which had caused everyone around to
start scattering for some shelter and I was about to do the exact same thing,
only to have Michael take me by the hand and say, "Whoa! Hold on! I happen to
know of a better place for us to go! Come on!"

And surprisingly enough, as soon as he had led me out of Central Park and
over to that one better place, I had suddenly discovered that it actually was
the Trump International Hotel And Tower. And as soon as we had stepped into
the lobby of that very hotel, Michael had looked at me, noticed the look of
confusion in my own eyes and said, "It's okay. Really. You see, my father
happens to be a really good friend of Mister Donald Trump and it's because of
that friendship that I am now being allowed to live in a suite of this
wonderful hotel. Want to come up with me?"

And after I had given that idea some thought and realized that it might be
better than just standing in the hotel lobby all soaking wet and freezing
myself to death, I had decided to accept Michael's kind and generous
invitation and that was before we had stepped inside an elevator and rode it
up to the floor where Michael's suite happens to be on.

And then, after the both of us had stepped inside the suite and I had gazed
my very own eyes upon the most wonderful room that I had ever seen in my
entire life, Michael had closed the door, taken a deep breath and said, "You
know. If I'm not mistaken, you were about to tell me what your name is before
the rain had started pouring down on us. So, are you ready to tell me now?"

"You better believe I am, Michael. My name is Chelsea Ophelia Daniels and I
had moved myself from San Francisco because I had decided to go to school at
NYU. As for the apartment that I'm living in now, I was lucky enough to find
that place through a want-ad in the latest edition of The New York Times. So,
don't you think that we should get our wet clothes off and get ourselves warm
and dry?" that was the question that I had asked Michael before he had looked
at me and himself and answered, "Now that you had mentioned it, Chelsea. That
sounds like a really good idea. "

But as soon as we had stepped into the bathroom, stripped off all of our
soaking wet clothes and hung them over the shower curtain rod to dry, Michael
and I had looked at each other's wonderfully-built bare-ass naked bodies and
kissed each other ever so deep and passionately on the lips before he had
placed his forehead on mine and asked, "So, Chelsea? Do you want to see my
bedroom now?"

And after I had nodded my head in response to his question, I had followed
that handsome male stud with the dark brown hair out of the bathroom and into
the bedroom where I had laid myself down on the bed and began pumping two of
my fingers in and out of my hot, wet pussy and caressing my own tits with the
other hand and Michael had started stroking his stiff cock right in front of
me before he had placed himself on the same bed and began licking all over my
nude body -- all the way down to my hot and steamy cunt and caressing my firm
breasts.

Then, after I had placed my hands on Michael's bare shoulders, slowly licked
my lips and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Michael! Touch me!
Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" he had turned himself
around and allowed me to start sucking on his stone hard dick which had
caused me to suddenly realize that I was finally able to enjoy each and every
minute of experiencing the one thing that I had never been able to experience
back in San Francisco which happens to be pure and untamed sexual pleasure.

And then, after Michael had placed his stiff cock inside my asshole, started
blowing his hot breath on the nape of my bare neck and used each of his hands
to caress both my stiff mounds and hot, moist snatch, I had placed my hands
on Michael's bare back and yelled at the top of my lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES!
THAT'S IT! DO IT, MICHAEL! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME
WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" before the both of us had started moving
ourselves harder and faster and kept on doing that until we had both finally
came, collapsed due to exhaustion and fallen asleep with our naked arms in a
lover's embrace.

Just then, after we had woken ourselves up, taken a peek outside and
discovered that it had finally stopped raining, both Michael and I had gotten
our newly-dried clothes back on and stepped out of the suite just in time for
me to look at Michael with a small smile on my lips and ask, "Well, Michael?
Do you want to go back to Central Park and do some more jogging around?"

But that had only resulted in having Michael roll his eyes, look at me with a
small smile on his own face and answer, "I have a better idea, Chelsea. How
would you like to come with me and check out Times Square?" And to tell you
the truth, it really was good of me to agree with Michael's idea because if
you were to ask me, I have a feeling that even though he happens to be such a
hot-looking stud, I could still run circles around that slowpoke.

THE END!

    

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