Assertion & Sorrow

Jenny looked down at her pink sweater, running the tips of her light pink lacquered nails though the drying pools of cum and saliva.

“Damn,” she cursed. “This was a favorite of mine.”

With an angry sniff, the woman pulled the sweater over her head, dropping it next to her shopping bags.

Francis blinked, admiring her heaving bosom within a lacy lavender demi-bra. She glared at him, her eyes flashing.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Jenny snapped.

“And what if I do?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah,” she blushed. “Sorry, I keep forgetting. This is kind of new for me.”

The young woman turned towards her parcels, rummaging through the bags and sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Francis asked.

“I have only one top in all of these,” she said, waving a hand at her purchases. “And I cannot wear it.”

“Why not?”

“It’s a sheer white blouse,” Jenny explained. “I cannot wear it with this bra, nor do I have any other bras in the bags.”

“If you want, you could go without a bra,” Francis offered impulsively with a grin.

“Good point,” she grumbled and reached into one of the bags, pulling out the blouse. Francis watched as Jenny slipped it on and buttoned up the sheer top.

“So why did you buy that particular blouse?” he asked when she turned to face him once more.

“Well,” she said thoughtfully, “I guess I was in a bit of a mood. I thought it made me feel sexy, aside from wondering how my, uh, former fiancé would react. And it did look good when I tried it on.”

“When you were wearing that bra, right?” Francis grinned.

“Yes,” she sighed. “I was wearing this particular bra.

“Do you have to do that?” Jenny suddenly glared at him. “Do you have to hurt me? Is this what I have to look forward to? To be belittled and teased every day?”

Francis blinked at the upset brunette, surprised at her outburst and the sudden tears now running down her cheeks. The young man stood up, angry at himself for her hurting her so, recognizing that she was feeling as he once had when he was younger. Taking her shoulder, Francis lifted Jenny to her feet and hugged the brunette to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in her ear as she wept softly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll do better in the future, I promise.”

“I don’t know why,” Jenny said softly, leaning her head into his shoulder and looking up into his face, “But I believe you. I really do.”

I hope this has nothing to do with the gem, Francis thought. No one has ever been this emotionally open to me before.

“It seems odd,” she continued. “As little as we know each other, I feel safe with you, as if I belong with you. I never felt that way with Francis. He was always pushing me, wanting me to, to suck him off and make love. He never stopped, never cared how I felt, but you, you do. You honestly care about me. You really do, I can feel it.” She hugged him tightly, floating in the warmth of his chest and arms.

“Francis was your fiancé?” the young man asked, straining to prevent his voice from cracking at her proclamation.

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured. “I hope he won’t be angry about all this. He has quite a temper, but perhaps his father can calm him down. Mr. Gambino did not want us to marry anyway.”

Fuck, Francis thought. Just great. I may have pissed off the Gambino family worse than pa did. But, maybe I can use this. I have the gem, after all. It could give me an in with the Family, maybe even find out why pa was killed. If they don’t kill me first that is. Well, I’ll have to see what happens.

Francis looked down into Jenny’s upturned sparkling blue eyes and smiled.

“Want to do more shopping?” he asked.