Just Friends?

Chapter Nine
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Fluorescent light spilled enticingly over Renee's ravenlike hair, bringing out the green in her eyes almost eerily as she pressed a slim hand down the nearly nonexistent shoulder of the young man in front of her. She hid the disgust behind a sheen of tears, batting her long eyelashes for dramatic emphasis as she tried to look up into the eyes that were on a lower level than hers.

"You... you will do it, won't you?" she whimpered helplessly, making her body fall against the thin wall of the man's chest, her hands fluttering against his shoulders. Looking up from the lowered height, she saw that his face was clenched in an angry gesture, almost making the skeleton-like features attractive with the murderous gleam flashing in the muddy depths of his eyes.

"Of course, I'll do it," the man said as tenderly as his gruff voice would allow him, his putrescent breath floating over her face unpleasantly as his rough, dirty fingers wiped the false tears off her face.

"I'd be... ever so grateful," Renee breathed, moving sinuously against his groin, giving him a view of porno-size breasts overflowing a black leather corset. She watched, almost contemptuously, as his eyes widened, filling with bull-like lust. Men were so damned predictable, she thought, as the hand trembling with eagerness delved between her thighs and tore off her sexy thong, which was nothing more than frothy black lace held together by two strings. As the man's bony hands latched onto her breasts and started kneading them, Renee let out a gasp faking her pleasure, which caused him to excitedly rip away the corset. Fully naked by now, Renee spread her legs revealingly, making the man get his clothes off in record time.

Revulsion poured through her veins as she saw his bone-thin body, but she said, "I want you..." in a cheesy-romance fashion, and the man mauled her mouth with his own painfully. She half wanted to puke at the taste of him, but to her chagrin, Renee's body heated up at the cruel invasion of his kiss. Noticing her eagerness, the man pinched her nipples until she yelled in protest. Her nether lips grew damp with her arousal, and he forced his thin long fingers inside her hard. At this unexpected penetration, Renee felt herself orgasm around him. She moaned with real pleasure when he replaced his fingers with his rock hard penis and slammed his hips bruisingly, with pistonlike force into hers. When Renee came for the second time, she thought, I think I got the better end of the deal. A cold maniacal smile deadened her features. Soon, Jeanne Darrell would be no more.

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The sunlight woke her up the next morning, the wonderful warmth striking her face. Jeanne yawned, stretching luxuriously, and smilingly got up to take a shower.

Afterwards, padding across the carpeted floor of her bedroom and toweling her long hair dry, Jeanne considered her reflection in the circular mirror of her bedroom. Whether from the shower or from newfound happiness, Jeanne's face was radiant and rosy. Even with her critical biased view, Jeanne felt she looked attractive, with her brown eyes alight with joy and her lips curved upwards in a natural fixation.

It was early, only six o' clock in the morning, but Jeanne felt extremely refreshed, although dreams of Shawn had kept her twisting on her lonely twin-sized bed. Blushing, she blew out her hair with hair-dryer, brushing it carefully afterwards till it fell around her face in a shiny brown curtain. Deciding on a dark red shirt with a vintage black and white photo on the front of it and tight blue jeans, Jeanne was satisfied with the tough chick-casual effect it brought out.

She ran down the stairs, pushing her handbag on her shoulder, calling out gaily as she left the house, "Bye mother!" Locking the door behind her, the bright mood faded a bit as Jeanne got the oddest sensation of hateful eyes resting with unnatural intensity on her. The feeling didn't disappear as she walked to her job at the bakery.

Shaking it off as a figment of her imagination, Jeanne opened up the store as she had come the earliest. The bakery was owned by a neighbor of Jeanne's, who although still very vibrant and active, admittedly required help at her age.

"Hello, Jeanne," Mrs. Rosen trilled at her, wiping off the sweat from her brow, and giving her a friendly smile as she took out a tray of freshly baked goods. Jeanne returned the gesture genuinely, and rushed to help her.

Mrs. Rosen had two sons- one of about twenty four named Ben who was a very nice guy with his shiny light-brown hair, boyish good looks, and cheerful personality. He always waved at her brightly if they happened to meet on the street and had tutored her for free countless times in mathematics, which Jeanne detested. His younger brother, Michael, was another character altogether. Always in the shadow of his revered older brother, who had been the valedictorian of his school and an active participant in community affairs, constantly helping the needy, Michael was a gloomy person. Michael didn't attend the same high school as Jeanne- he had expelled too frequently to be allowed in any public high school. Mrs. Rosen had been forced to place him in a private school in Manhattan, where he had supposedly gotten better.

The wind chimes tinkled merrily, and Tina walked in, glaring at Jeanne angrily. "I was worried about you!" Tina shouted at her best friend. "Your mother called me last night, and you better explain to me what happened." She noted the happy smile on Jeanne's face and relented.

"The most wonderful thing happened," Jeanne sparkled at her, and told her the entire story as they mopped the floor, wiped the glass cases with Fantastic.

Tina said grudgingly, "All right then I forgive you." Then, she hugged Jeanne fiercely and added warningly, "If he hurts you again, I will castrate him."

Jeanne hugged her back just as hard. "He won't," she whispered confidently, belief heavy in the two simple words.