Suburbia - ch. 3

Rachel clenches her fingers tightly around the edges of her blankets. Her head glistens with sweat as her face is buried into her thick white pillow. Squirming and thrusting her hips eagerly towards the ceiling of her room she begs for more. She moans quiet enough to not wake her parents. She bites her lips when she felt her moaning would wake the dead. Rachel began to bite her lip more often than making noise at this point. Her eyes close tightly as she feels unimaginable needs between her legs and the sweat from her sex tickled down the interior of her thighs.

She gasps deeply and holds her breath before squealing abruptly. Her hips buckle and she jerks back and forth muttering about her orgasm flooding her emotional and physical body all at once. Each climax of bliss was better than the last in the short moments that to her would be eternity.
Her body flails and lays there unmoving and she grins broad and wicked. Her heart was still beating quickly when she opens her eyes and giggles. She snuggles her body around another pillow and she playful purrs.

"Wow Jan… I never knew…" She panted before falling into another light giggle.

Janice pulls her blonde hair from her face and wipes her lips with the back of her index finger. She smiles back and nods to her, crawling up from between Rachel's legs and rolling to her side next to her. She nods, "Yeah, it's kind of fun sometimes. Besides, Roger is being such a jerk tonight."

Rachel shifts and turns her head to look at Janice, "Yeah well, this is much more fun than waiting on those two meatballs!" She tried to cheer up her friend, it was the least she could try and do for Janice's performance she thought.

Janice jumps a little as a loud buzzing rattles the nightstand next to Rachel's bed. Rachel looks over to the stand and eyes it with a little curious thought. The two girls look to each other as if thinking of the same thing and they both laugh a little.

"Shush, not so loud! You'll wake my parents!" Rachel chuckles to Janice and playfully gropes at her breast.

Janice grabs the cell phone that was dancing on the table like a frantic bee. She flips it open, "Hello?"

"Hey Jan! What's up?"

"What do you want Roger?"

"I left my jacket at your place. Are you at the house?"

Janice was quiet for a minute and spat acid through the phone, "No. I'm at a friend's house. You can get your jacket tomorrow!"

"What are you doing at a friend's house at two o'clock?!" Roger was livid with jealousy.
Little did Roger know that Janice was never at her house. She often lied to him about where she was. After all, her home life was far from perfect. It was a secret she was unwilling to share with anyone. Even her friend Rachel was unaware.

Roger's jealous was more in his head. He had imagined Don as a man-whore that couldn't be trusted. The two of them have been meeting quite frequently during lunch at school and Roger even caught the pair of them sitting under a tree studying for a biology exam. They had class together, they were probably studying anatomy. Roger could only guess which organs were discussed during their session.

Rachel could hear Roger's voice blaring from the other end of the telephone as Janice pulled the headpiece a good arm's distance from her head. Janice looks towards Rachel and lip-syncs obscenities about him. He was probably drunk and just wanted to fight. It's what he does on Thursday nights. He always thought he was something special, hanging out with those college frat houses. Janice was growing to hate him a little more each day.

Rachel frowns and crosses her arms over her bare chest concealing her tantalizing once excited body parts. She rolls her eyes and leans over and whispers to Janice that this was a great way to end the evening. She followed her sarcasm with a snort and a lengthy frustrated sigh. It's not that Rachel was a lesbian it was just friendly fun to escape reality for a moment. Besides, it was better than drugs was what she always said.

If you bred two pure blooded Italians with strict Roman Catholic zealots you would produce Rachel. She was as pretty as she was unfaithful. Her parents were ignorant to Rachel's skeletons but they always had eyes on their daughter, a blind eye Rachel would say. She was never allowed to go anywhere and her curfew was well before nine o'clock each evening. She was a sheltered child and had never had the time to be pressured by her peers to perform such sinister and evil things such as smoking, chewing, or injecting drugs into her body. Her body was a temple. This was what Rachel grew up learning and training for. She was prude, at least that's what her parents think. Every teenager needs an escape and hers was by means of the flesh.
Janice hangs up the whiney voice yapping under static like Charlie Brown's mother scolding him mindlessly. She felt weaker after the spat and she buries her body into the mattress and under the thick covers, "I just want to sleep for a little while."

Sometimes escaping from home is healthy for children their age, but Janice never knew where home was. Janice lived a perfect life at school, the latest season of name brand clothing, a perfect white smile and her hair was always combed and shimmering. Her eyes were radiant blue diamonds and she had a body all the girls at school envied. By the time she met friends it was time to pack up and move to the next city.

Besides her perfect little social life she didn't have much. Going home was a nightmare of
drunken fist fights and flying silverware and glasses. A television with foil wired rabbit ears and a floor that constantly smelled like cat urine. The air conditioning unit was leaking something blue and supposedly it's considered unhealthy. The floor of the trailer was rotten and there was a hole in her bathroom beside her toilet. To fix that problem her step-father placed a small oriental rug he had purchased at the dollar store. That seemed to fix everything. The ceiling was always patched with duct tape.

Her mother was a work of art as well. She bounced around man to man like she was working the stock market. Once upon a time she found a decent man with a decent job and a thick wallet. He didn't last long once Janice's mother sunk her fangs into the man's neck and leeched a chunk of his savings to spend on her secondary boyfriend. He wasn't too bad either if you liked the druggy long-haired biker type with a record that spans the distance of the Nile River.

If there was a wreck tonight on the way home from Rachel's place, she was certain that her parents wouldn't find out or care for a week. That's about the time it takes for the house to clutter with dirty clothes and dried chunky dinner plates in the sink. That's when she would be missed. Janice was a modern day Cinderella. Too bad glass slippers were no longer in style.
Statistically, Janice fit the numbers for a fourteen year old drug abuser that should be three months pregnant with her first child. Of course daddy would often be several years older and he wouldn't stay around. Starting a franchise in every city was his goal. Reaping was not part of his plan.

Fortunately Janice was no statistic and she lived a decent life when she could forget her home life. Her friends' parents adored her and with enough friends she could play off that she was spending the night and that her parents had let her. With enough friends she could cycle through the pattern. Janice's parents would never find out, there was no telephone at home to confirm the truth. With her award winning act and perfect pop-star smile, Janice could pull off the innocence of Whitney Houston. There was no doubt in her mind she had won the hearts of all parents. This was why Janice was over at Rachel's house tonight, eating carpet and playing phone tag with her supposed boyfriend.

Rachel was combing through her black hair and was wondering why Roger called at such a strange hour, it wasn't like him, well, that's what Janice said. She was perplexed and instantly reminded about the plan the boys had chalked out earlier. Rachel didn't like Jimmy but she didn't dislike him either. Live and let live she always said.

"Seriously Janice, you don't think they plan on hurting Jimmy do you?" Rachel asks with a small shake in her voice. She was dreaming of situations if Don got caught. What if things went terribly wrong, what if she some how managed to get involved? What would her parents think if they had to bail her out of Juvenile hall? Would this be the end of her at Brownwood High?

Janice shrugs as she shrugged in the Mustang earlier today, "If I know Roger, they'll find him outside or lure him out and then tease him a bit. They'll probably beat on him a little and call him names. Maybe take his lunch money and steal his bike. It's fine."

Everything wasn't fine though. Rachel felt there were going to be problems if they harassed that poor freshman. Janice might be use to Roger beating on kids and playing a bully and maybe Rachel was new to this game, something told her that it was much darker than that. Something in her stomach twisted and told her to get out. Get out while she had the chance. Something wasn't right, she thought. Maybe it's nothing, she consoles herself, but she wanted Janice to help.