“What about Derrick?”
“What about him?” She took my arm from around her waist and placed a condom in my hand. “I’m not gonna lie. I still love Derrick. But I love you even more, and you’re the one I wanna be with.”
“I’m the one you wanna be with, or I’m the one who’s available? Would you feel this way if Derrick wasn’t locked up?” I had to ask.
She looked me straight in the eye and answered, “Look, we can discuss this all you want later. Right now, you’re gonna have to trust me when I tell you that this has nothing to do with Derrick. Even if he wasn’t behind bars, you would still be the man I want to be with. That’s why I’m here.” She kissed me again and gestured toward the condom I was holding. “Now, are you gonna use that thing, or what?”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I still couldn’t believe this was happening.
She nodded, and it finally sunk in. Everything I’d been hoping for was coming to fruition. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure it wasn’t all a dream.
“Hey, you. What does a girl have to do to get a kiss around here?”
Jasmine snapped me out of my fog with her question. She gave me a beautiful smile, and I responded with a long, passionate kiss. I felt like I just couldn’t get close enough. I’d been waiting for this moment for so long, and it was even more powerful than I’d imagined. I didn’t ever want to let this girl go.
She pulled me onto the bed. We rolled around that bed kissing and feeling on each other for the better part of half an hour, and I enjoyed every last sensation like it was my first time. My hands roamed up and down her satin nightgown, and every touch made me want her more and more. Finally, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her.
I slipped the strap of her nightgown over her shoulder, exposing the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. I kissed my way down until my lips could caress her nipple. I sucked gently and she moaned with pleasure, but to my surprise she grabbed my head and pulled me away.
“Stop”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. My hands went to my side right away. We’d gone down this road once before, that first night at Joe’s. I was not about to go there again. I cared for Jasmine, but the last time this happened, she tried to accuse me of rape, so I wasn’t taking any chances.
“Look, Jasmine, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I mean, maybe we’re better off as friends.” I tried to get out from under her, but she placed her finger over my lips.
“Please, don’t get up. I didn’t mean it that way. You’re just moving a little too fast. I kinda had the night planned out. Just let me do things my way. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
“Are you sure about this?” I was still a little hesitant after her Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde act. One minute she’s with the program, the next she’s not; then all of a sudden she’s with the program again.
“I swear, Dylan. I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life. Just bear with me and everything is gonna be fine.” She crawled off the bed and walked to my night table. She gave me a nervous smile and picked up a box of matches to light some candles. I guess we were both feeling a little strange now that this was finally happening. I know I was nervous like it was my first time.
“Turn the radio on,” she whispered as she turned out the light
I did as I was told and watched her sway to the smooth rhythm of Usher’s “U Remind Me.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more erotic sight than Jasmine dancing in that candlelight. Ever since that night at Joe’s, I knew she had a nice body. But the way things went down, our clothes never fully came off. So I didn’t know just how nice it really was till then. She did a slow, seductive striptease that had my heart racing and my brow sweating. When she finished, she was wearing nothing but a thong, and I was rock-hard.
“Come ’ere,” she called. “I wanna show you something.”
I stood up. She reached for my collar and started unbuttoning my shirt. When the last button was undone, her fingers went to my belt buckle. My pants fell to the floor. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan when her fingers reached into my boxers and wrapped around my manhood.
“Lay down, Dylan,” she whispered, still holding onto the elastic of my boxers. I gladly did as I was told. She removed my boxers and my socks, and I was completely naked, ready for whatever she had to give me. Jasmine crawled on top of me and rubbed her hands over my chest as she placed long, slow kisses around my face. The kisses went lower and lower until she had covered every inch of my torso and found her final destination.
“My, my, my. Aren’t you a big one?” She smiled. Of course, I was beaming with pride. If there’s one thing we men like to hear, it’s a compliment about the size of our dicks.
Jasmine wasn’t just down there to compliment me, either. She had other things in mind. Very pleasurable things. And without giving it a second thought, she swallowed half my manhood. I moaned my appreciation. That shit felt so good. It had been a long, long time since someone had done this for me, and I’d forgotten just how good it could be. During the six years we’d been together, Monica wouldn’t even discuss the subject. She always complained that it was nasty and unsanitary. Although she never seemed to have a problem when it came to me doing her. She was just selfish that way.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Ohhh, my God.” I was gasping for air as I held onto the sheets with all my might. I was making a conscious effort not to grab hold of Jasmine’s head, because someone told me once that women hate that. That was easier said than done. My natural instincts were telling me to hold her head and make sure she didn’t stop.
“Damn, baby, if you’re trying to get me open you’re doing a damn good job. You really got skills.”
I think my words must’ve invigorated her, because she started to work even harder. If she kept it up, it wasn’t gonna be long before I erupted. At least until I heard the doorbell and lost my concentration. I tried my best to ignore it, but whoever it was kept on ringing.
“Hold on a second, Jazz.” I lifted her head.
“What’s the matter? Was I doing something wrong? Don’t you like it?” She sounded disappointed.
“Oh, no, baby, I liked it. Shit, I loved it.” I told her with excitement.
“Then, why’d you stop me?” She looked confused. “Sounded like you were enjoying it.”
“I was. Trust me. The only reason I stopped you is ’cause someone’s at the front door. Didn’t you hear the bell?”
“The doorbell? You stopped me from going down on you because you heard the doorbell ring?” Now she was definitely insulted. “Just pay attention to what I’m doing. They’ll go away.”
She lowered her head to finish what she’d started and I lay back to enjoy it. She was right. Whoever was at the door would go away. All I had to do was concentrate on her and the phenomenal job she was doing down there.
Unfortunately, it was almost impossible to concentrate. The unknown visitor didn’t seem to be getting the hint. They’d stopped ringing the doorbell and started banging.
“Goddamn it!” I yelled. “Let me go see who the hell that is. It’s probably Joe’s stupid ass. He’s the only one who’d come knocking on my door at this time o’ night.”
“Whatever,” Jasmine whined as she lifted her head. She rolled her eyes at me and I knew I was in trouble. She was obviously losing her enthusiasm quickly.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.” I bent over to kiss her, but she backed away with an attitude.
“Just hurry up, okay? My jaw’s starting to hurt. You seem to forget I don’t do this very often, Dylan.”
“I know, I know. Please don’t be mad. I’ll be right back. I promise.” I got up in a hurry, grabbed my robe, and headed down the stairs. Joe was about to get cussed out, even though I couldn’t wait to tell him who was upstairs waiting for me.