Just Friends?

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JUST FRIENDS
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Two people stepped out of the gaudy yellow taxi cab particular to New York, glad to finally have reached their destination. The heat was unextraordinary to Manhattan, the sunlight splashing heavily upon the cement sidewalks of the Upper West Side, but the sky was a lovely pale blue. Jeanne looked at her friend as they walked across the street, who had an incomprehensible look in his clear azure eyes.

The door opened automatically when he pressed a gleaming brass lever, and a large masculine woman smiled benignly at Jeanne, who returned the gesture with friendliness. Shawn's building was extremely elegant, with marble floors and high ceilings. As a girl unused to wealth, she was still a bit intimidated by it, but Shawn seemed unaware.

He smiled at her as they stepped into the maroon-carpeted elevator. The highly polished doors shut, and the elevator moved up swiftly.

They got off at the twelfth floor, and Jeanne heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't particularly like elevators- they gave her a headache. "I hate you, you rich bastard," Jeanne said jokingly, but she liked the more natural feel that she received from his floor, what with the garbage can overflowing in the corner, the shadowy cobwebs that she could see on the staircase, the peeling sapphire blue wallpaper. He laughed easily, opening the door to one of the apartments with one hand.

"Dad, I'm home," Shawn called out, his face changing a bit when no response came. "Wait a second, Jeanne," he spoke to her. She nodded, and decided she would go into his room, which she liked... almost as much as she liked him.

Yes, it was sad. Jeanne had gotten feelings for Shawn from the first day they'd met in homeroom. He had been sitting with a stunning blond girl with an exquisite golden tan straight from some elite tanning salon, smiling a bit vaguely. With his light golden hair ruffled by the wind, and his pure blue eyes starred with pale blond lashes, he had been so startlingly striking in her view. In that first something had clicked in her body, and everything had been all fitted into place.

Their friendship had been tentative, Jeanne thought, smiling as she walked around his temporary room. She touched the piece of fragile glasswork, which was of a few crooked blue flowers limned in silver. He had made it himself, and it was careful, if not perfect. He had seemed like an asshole, at first. Then, Jeanne had found out he really could be an ass- Shawn was extremely judgmental and could be entirely biased. But in spite of that, Jeanne enjoyed his blunt humor and sharp wit, which was such a foil to her own soft nature. People often wondered how they had gotten to be best friends, but they had become very close this year. At least... that's what she thought. She doubted he felt the same way about her. Shawn probably felt she was some clingy, dependent loser. A sigh escaped her lips, as Jeanne forced herself to look in the mirror of the tiny bathroom that accompanied the reading room. She wasn't beautiful, at any rate. At five feet five, she was five inches shorter than Shawn, and weighed in at 125 pounds, which she thought was way too much. She disliked her size C breasts which always stretched out her tops and attracted unwanted attention. Her body wasn't fat at all, but curvy, and her thighs were a source of aggravation, as well as the occasional pimple that found their way onto her face. She was nothing compared to any of the countless gorgeous girls who wanted Shawn. Jeanne pushed her long dark hair out of her face, disheartened, and went back into the room to explore his bookcase.

The bookcase covered the entire east side of his room, and as she rifled through the pages of a text on Egyptian history, the glass and wood door opened. Absorbed, she didn't feel his probing gaze on her face.

Shawn placed his hands over her glasses, which caused her to jump and back up hard into his warm body. Surprised at her reaction, Shawn fell onto the carpet, with Jeanne toppling onto him. Breathless, Jeanne could not move from her position on top of him, her hands clasping his broad shoulders, his face inches from hers.

He could feel the soft weight of her breasts against his chest, his stomach brushing hers. With her thighs straddling his waist, Shawn felt the warmth spread to his lower regions but he couldn't move at all. All he wanted to do at the moment was to reach up and touch her lips with his own, which looked moist, pink, and extremely kissable.

She pushed herself off, her cheeks flushed. A little laugh resounded from her throat uneasily. "You whore, you did that on purpose."

"I'm innocent, officer," Shawn said, trying to hide his arousal from her. "Nobody's home right now... uhmm, Jeanne, I'm going to take a shower because it's so damned hot outside. If you want, you can watch television."

"Okay," Jeanne tried to say casually, smiling. "I'll just go read one of your books."

He nodded, then walked into the bathroom, sliding the door closed behind him. Jeanne decided to get a glass of water from the bar area in his apartment, opening the refrigerator to pull out a glass bottle of Evian. She opened the cap, poured the icy contents in her throat, and was about to go back into the room when her cell phone rang.

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Shawn felt the welcoming hot water pour down on his sweaty body. His damp hair was flattened to his head, and he poured some Jonathan shampoo into his hands, rubbing it into the golden mass. He felt torn at the moment, despite the relaxation his body was achieving from the shower. His mind and heart was currently in debate mode.

For the longest time, Shawn had liked a girl from his middle school. Her name was Renee, and Shawn had thought she was the world. She had been exactly like him, with a cynical nature and ready intelligence. Coupled with her naturally golden skin and Sicilian good looks, he had thought himself to be deeply in love with Renee.

They had gone out for a while, and it had been a very physical relationship. Admittedly, the two had engaged in sexual activities. However, they were too similar to get along well, and Shawn had gotten hurt countless times. Renee was very open-minded about many things, and she didn't want to be confined in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. Shawn had thought it would be okay with him, but he'd found that it was difficult for him to tolerate watching Renee kiss other guys. Also, Renee was not demonstrative at all, and she didn't comprehend his problems. She always put him down, and took everything way too seriously. And sometimes that wore a guy down.

He had met Jeanne during freshman year of high school. Jeanne Darrell had been in his homeroom for nearly 4 months before he actually spoke to her. With her thick glasses and far-away look, Jeanne had appeared to be those silent unfriendly girls that he only felt contempt for, but she had been very different in reality. They had started talking one day, being introduced by a mutual friend, Tina. He had found her to be quite a funny girl, with her inane innocence and outlandish outgoing nature. Shawn liked that she appeared to be free of any bitchiness or false niceness, as she had never talked about a friend behind their back, and always stuck up for someone.

During lunch, the two had taken to going outside, even on the days it rained. She always carried a little black umbrella with colorful dogs on it, and he had many memories of walking in the pouring rain, him holding the umbrella, with her a careful distance at his side. On the beautiful spring days, Shawn and Jeanne had gone to the college nearby, which had been her discovery. There was this quiet grassy area, and a little rock structure. They had lain on the structure, looking at the sky through the veil of lacy green leaves, and he'd felt... at peace.

He let the water wash the soapiness out of his hair, as he leaned against the tile of the shower. Jeanne had become a good friend of his, one of the few he felt he could trust. Even when he was so tired, so hopeless, and pissed off, Jeanne would take him into her arms, rest her head on his shoulder, and everything had seemed right.

He just didn't know anymore.

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"I think you should seduce him."

"What?" shrieked Jeanne. "This is not a joking matter, Teens." Tina only laughed at her over the phone.

"I am so serious. You should just go into the shower, and take off your clothes. Join him," she said, suggestively.

"I'm not going to do that," Jeanne whispered indignantly, blushing fiercely. Although she didn't think she would really mind seeing him naked...

"Oh come on! Live a little. I triple dog dare you to do it, or else I'll tell him all your dirty little secrets," Tina pressed. She really wouldn't, but Jeanne could be pretty gullible, and she really needed a boost in the right direction. For three years now, Jeanne had been in continual torment over what to do, and Tina felt now was the right time to take action.

"Tina!"

"I will," she threatened.

"I hate you," Jeanne growled, and hung up the phone, not knowing what to do. She had poured out a lot of information on Tina throughout the years, and though she loved Tina to death, she had no idea if she really would tell Shawn. She didn't want him to know anything she hadn't told her himself... but the more disturbing thing was, a tiny portion of Jeanne actually wanted to do what Tina had suggested. She wanted to know what his reaction would be, to see his body glistening with moisture, to feel his heated mouth rough on hers.

Collecting all the courage she had within her, Jeanne walked back into his room, breathing hard.

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Shawn was getting some soap to wash his body off when he heard a quiet rustle. His eyes slid open, and met Jeanne's dark chocolate ones. She had taken off her glasses, and for the first time, he saw how beautiful she was without them.

He felt a flush crawling up his skin, and his throat was tight. "Jeanne, what the hell are you doing..."

They felt their body heat heighten another ten degrees as their lips touched, ever so briefly. Shawn felt his penis harden, pressing against her. Jeanne's clothes were clinging to her curves, the white tank top going completely transparent to reveal her lacy white bra and the tips of her breasts. He tilted her head up to meet her gaze more fully, and he pressed his lips to hers once more, in a desperate hard kiss. Their tongues moved passionately against one another, as he ripped her shirt and jeans off her damp body until all she wore was her lacy underwear.

"Shawn," Jeanne breathed, her hand running across his lightly haired chest. She felt as though she had been running a race, and her loins felt heavy and heated. She moaned as Shawn bent down to take her left nipple into his mouth through the wet lace of her bra.

"I always liked to take things in my mouth," he said wickedly, taking her bra off completely. At any other time, Jeanne would have been embarassed to be so revealed, but when his mouth latched onto her breast and his tongue swept over the soft underside of it, she couldn't breathe, let alone think.

She felt him run his large hands over her, his mouth trailing after each lingering touch. "You're beautiful, Jeanne..." he said softly, his lips running over her thigh. Shawn slowly took off her white lace panties. Blushing, Jeanne tried to hide herself but he slid a long finger against her wet opening. She hid her burning face into the nook of his neck, brushing a few kisses into it. He gasped when Jeanne took the lobe of his ear into her mouth.

Shawn was aroused at the knowledge that Jeanne was just as turned on as he was. "Oh god," he groaned, when her long light fingers brushed against his swollen cock. She tentatively grasped it, which made him nearly come in her hands.

"Does that hurt?" Jeanne asked, a bit frightened at the largeness of his organ and the look on his face. His normally light blue eyes were dark sapphire with desire, and he shook his head no. "It doesn't.. but if you keep doing that I won't be able to.. stop..." She smiled as he shook convulsively, when she kneeled down, her lips softly pressing kisses on his thighs and penis. When her tongue gently ran over the length, tasting the salty flavor of his flesh, Shawn couldn't take it any more, and he dragged her up, pushing her against the slippery tile wall.

He took her lips again, forcing his tongue into her mouth, their groans of pleasure mingling in each other's breaths. When he disattached his lips from hers, Shawn met her eyes, asking her. She gave him a little nod, and he took her curvy legs, wrapping them around his waist. Slowly, Jeanne brought her arms around his wet neck, her lips pressing against his wet locks. Her breasts were hard against his muscular chest, and they both felt as if in that moment, their world was absolutely complete. Then, he probed her entrance with his penis, and they both went breathless once more at the slippery slide of their bodies.

Shawn could feel her tight walls grasping him, and he thought he'd come right then and there. He closed his eyes, pushing deeper into her until he came to her hymen. Then, he kissed her so deeply he thought the top of his head would explode from the fiery sweet taste of her as he tore through her membrane.

She gasped, biting his lip at the pain that she experienced. A few tears slipped from her eyes, but Shawn kissed them away. Soon, the tearing sensation faded, and Jeanne moved hesitantly, lifting her hips. He moaned at the feeling of her vagina squeezing his penis, and pushed her harder into the wall, his lips searching in hers, his hands running over the pebble-hard tips of her nipples, his hips pounding gently into hers, eliciting sounds of pleasure from both of them.

The pleasure was mounting, heightening with every whispered touch. She could feel waves of heat enveloping her, wrapping around his body and hers in ribbons of silvery energy, and suddenly the walls came down, and her soul escaped her body in a fervent cry, burning both of their bodies with an all consuming passion until everything dissolved into something neither could name.