Posted by romantic on January 12, 2001 at 22:31:44:
Jenny must have surprised the intruder. He had simply plunged a kitchen knife into the center of her chest and fled. When Rom found her, she lay sprawled on her back, fully clothed, the red stain still slowly spreading across the large white oxford shirt (it was his) that she wore around the house. Rom knelt beside her. She was dead, but it seemed that her heart must have stopped just moments before. She was still warm to his touch. He wondered how long it had taken her to die: had she struggle before he drove the blade into her? Had she trembled on the carpet as she bled to death from her shattered heart? Her lips were parted as if she had died with a moan or a deep sigh. Her eyes -- her lovely innocent eyes -- were half-closed, as if in a grimace of pain.
He lifted her by the shoulders and held her. So much beauty still in that death-mask face. He kissed her eyelids, her cheek, her mouth; he touched the tender flesh of her neck and admired how the gold chain sat just above her collar bone. He unbuttoned the shirt; it ripped away from around the knife blade, and he slipped it off her shoulders. The knife had sliced the place where her bra was joined in the front and as he laid her back down, both sides fell away. Her small, perfectly shaped tits seemed more beautiful to him than ever. Even in death the nipples stood erect and he couldn't help but lean down and kiss them, as if hoping it would arouse the dead girl. With the unbloodied part of the shirt, he daubed what bllod he could from around the wound and down her belly. He sighed as he looked at the place where the soft flesh of her belly disappeared under the waistband of her jeans.
He untied her sneakers and slipped them off. He ran his hand from the toes to the heel of her left foot and up the ankle.He pulled down on the top of her white cotton sock and slid it gently down over her gold anklet and over her heel. Then he grasped the toe and pulled it off. He had loved women's feet for as long as he had loved women, but in Jenny's he had found perfection - perfectly shaped arch and toes, the heel and ball just calloused enough to resist his teeth when he nibbled them; the soft part of her sole like kissing satin. Her toenails were painted a cornflower blue that matched her eyes. He slid the right sock off just as lovingly, make sure not to hook it on the silver ring Jenny wore on the second toe. For a long moment. he held both her feet, still warm, in his hands and caressed them.
He unsnapped her jeans, unzipped them and pulled them over her hips. His hand traced the elegant curve of her ass as he guided them toward her feet. Finally, he pulled at her white lace panties -- pulled them down just a bit and caressed her hip bones (he'd never seen a woman both so slight and so sexy) before removing them altogether.
Jenny lay naked now, except for her jewelry and the knife protruding from her chest. Rom knew this was the death she'd want, the way she wanted her corpse to be found. He touched her pussy; it was wet. He looked back at the firm nipples. Jenny had died aroused -- aroused by the painful death that had stolen upon her second by second as she lay bleeding. He stared down at the perfect stillness of her nude body -- the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. He sighed -- for his lost love and in appreciation of the aesthetic splendor he beheld.