Chapter 8: Dessert at Tiffany’s
“Tiffany who, Mark played dumb.”
“You know damn well Tiffany who, Jeanie approached him and raised her finger to his face, “That slut Tiffany Tyler, Jeanie said angrily.”
“Tiffany Tyler, Mark shook his head, why would you bring her up, Mark asked?
“Because I see her dropping a pencil, every time she knows your behind her, as an excuse to “shop-short” and then bend over in front of you, and she always wears her hair up, and she’s the only reason you’re asking me to wear mine the same way.”
Mark had always preferred woman to wear their hair up for him, and when he saw how good Tiffany looked, he did want Jeanie to wear hers the same way. Not because it reminded her of Tiffany, but because Jeanie would look just as good, if not better than she already did to him now.
“Is that what this is all about, I can’t believe your jealous of Tiffany Tyler, she’s not even in your same league Mark said laughing.”
“It’s not funny Mark, Jeanie Jeanie said ready to cry.”
“Oh yes, it is.”
“That fucking bitch is asking for it, Jeanie said, holding up her hands up like a panther claw, she was meant to look dangerous, but to Mark she was comically adorable.”
“Mark kept laughing but now even harder at the gesture.”
Jeanie saw her “Panther Hands” and then hid them behind her back as if embarrassed.
Jeanie wanted to stay mad, but she couldn’t, Mark had both love, amusement and pity in his eyes.
“You don’t think she’s prettier than me, Jeanie asked shyly?”
“No, she’s not half as good looking as you are and your body is way better than hers, even Tiffany knows that, Mark, said.”
“But her legs are longer than mine, Jeanie said quickly, I mean she’s taller. She’s tall like you, Jeanie said.”
“That doesn’t make her more attractive, I don’t like tall girls Jeanie.”
“But she’s blond, and blondes are very popular, Jeanie continue.”
“She not even a natural blond, and she has to wear a ton of make-up, you don’t, You’re a natural beauty.”
“I am, Jeanie blushed, Mark always knew what to say to make Jeanie feel better about her insecurities.”
“Then why is she so popular with all the guys, Jeanie asked confused.”
Mark thought back to the first blow-job Tiffany had giving him.
“Not with me, he said.”
“I just don’t understand how such a bitch like Tiffany, can be so popular.”
“She’s popular for all the wrong reasons, Mark countered.”
“She’s disgusting, Jeanie said, I didn’t want to wear my hair up in that style because I thought it would remeind me of her, because you thought it looked cute on her, Jeanie pouted.”
“And this is why woman will never rule the world, Mark replied.”
Now, even Jeanie laughed, and nodded.
You got me on that one!!!
“Now, will you wear your hair for me, Mark asked.”
“No, I tried it before and when I did I looked like “Pebbles,” from the Flintstones cartoon show.”
No, when they were teenagers, Jeanie said.
Oh, the “Pebbles and Bam-Bam Show,” he repeated.
Right when she used the bone, Jeanie nodded.
“You do look like “Pebbles the Teenager,” and that’s why I want you to wear it up.”
“I’m serious Mark, she said.”
“So am I, Jeanie, he replied.”
“You want me to use a bone to keep my hair up too?”
“Well, pull it up with your hands first, so I can gauge what it looks like, Mark asked.”
Jeanie pulled her hair up with her two hands which unintentionally pushed out her two extremely large breasts. The effect mesmerized Mark, and Jeanie saw his mouth open and his eyes light up as he nodded vacantly.
Men, Jeanie thought, and then she let her hair go.
“Yes, I want you to wear it up.”
Well, I haven’t decided yet.
You have a beautiful face and that style would really accent its beauty.
Tiffany would tell everyone I’m imitating her style, Jeanie complained.
Yes, but you’d be beating her at her own game.
I just need time to think about it, and I don’t want you pressuring me.
It would showcase your freckles too, he teased.
You have cinnamon freckles splattered down your neck, and shoulders.
That why I never wear a halter, she replied.
“But the biggest concentration of freckles is on your chest, he said matter-of-factually.”
“What, Jeanie screamed horrified?”
“It is gross Mark?
No, I love them.
Its okay, you can tell me but she begged him to say “No” she wasn’t gross, with her eyes.
“No, I love your freckles, and if I ever get tired of hearing you complain about them, I can always distract myself by playing “connect the dots” on your huge ass, and then started laughing.
“Your disgusting, Jeanie replied, trying not to cry.”
“I love your big ass, Mark assured her.”
“Well Tiffany has a big ass too, Jeanie followed up suddenly concerned again.”
“Yea, but she doesn’t have the freckles, Mark said.”
“How would you know, Jeanie asked?”
“She’s not a redhead, only redheads have freckles, Mark said.”
“That’s not true, Jeanie replied.”
“Well I didn’t see any on her last night after I left your house, Mark answered.”
Jeanie glared at him.
“Are you sure those weren’t blemishes, Jeanie she suddenly shot back?”
“Well, It was dark, he said.”
There was another silence, and then Jeanie looked at him, he had been patient with her, he hadn’t pressured her for sex the way most guys would. That’s what girlfriends were for, right? To have and too hold. To Love and to cherish???
Isn’t that what he was really trying to tell her, that he need her, and she had never really been there for him psychically or otherwise?
Now they were going into high-school.
“Look, I’m sorry for snapping at you, okay, she finally said.”
“Premenstrual, he asked?”
“No, I mean yes, but I was upset about Tiffany anyway, she confirmed.”
Mark sat back, “You always have multiple reason for the same emotion, and always so guraded…
“Look Mark, if this is about sex…”
“Then we can never talk about it, he finished.”
“This isn’t the right time, she said.”
There never will be a right time.
“Oh, I see, so your hinting that if I don’t have sex with you, Tiffany will, is that it, Jeanie said sitting up, fearing his response.”
“This isn’t about Tiffany, this is about us, I don’t want her, I want you, he confirmed.”
“Mark, I didn’t want to do this here, but I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and maybe it’s wasn’t fair for you and me to have gotten involved so fast.”
“What are you saying, Mark asked, now he sat up as well.”
“I think we need a break, Jeanie said.”
“A break, he asked?”
“Yes, from each other, and then she started to cry.”
“A break as in “break-up,” he asked?”
“Yes, she said, tears were falling.”
“You want to break up with me, because I want to have sex with you?”
“Mark, please this is difficult enough, she said.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Mark, earlier you joked that you would never be my slave, Jeanie said.”
“Good, because I would never let you, Jeanie replied.”
“What the hell are you talking about, have you gone crazy?”
“Do you remember the first day we met, she asked?”
“Yes, I do, it was a Monday…”
I was afraid that if I refused to give you my number that first day at school, when you asked me, that you would have hated me for rejecting you, and I didn’t want to make an enemy my first day, so…”
“Pathetic, Mark said.”
“What’s pathetic, Jeanie asked.”
The numbers prove it: