“Ohhhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuuccck!” Amber cries, clamping her legs around Jimmy’s head, as her orgasm rumbles through her body. Jasmine jerks her head around, just in time to see Amber relax her legs and pull Jimmy on top of her.
“Now fuck me.” Amber whispers, as she pulls Jimmy’s shirt over his head and drops it on the ground. His jeans are still around his calves, as he positions his body over hers. Jasmine turns her head away, once again pressing her face against my chest, as Jimmy thrusts his hard cock into Amber’s anxious pussy.
“Ohhhhhhhh Yeeaaaaaaah!” Amber moans, humping her ass up to meet Jimmy’s strokes. Jasmine has her arms around my neck and is hugging herself to me, practically crawling onto my lap, as she tries to block out the rabid fucking taking place a few feet away. My hard cock is throbbing against her arm and she makes no attempt to move away from it, as she tightens her embrace.
“Oh Jimmy!” Amber sighs. “You feel so fucking good.” They are lost in the intensity of the moment and Jimmy’s only response is a noncommittal grunt as he continues to pound into her.
“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Amber cries. “Yes! Yeeeeeeeesssss! Her whole body goes stiff, as she clenches her thighs around Jimmy and shakes uncontrollably, while he continues hammering into her.
“Fuck Amber!” Jimmy groans, as he thrusts into her one final time. His body spasms and he jerks against her several times, before collapsing on her chest. I tighten my embrace around Jasmine and again stroke her hair, as she silently cries into my chest.
“Wow!” Amber says, as Jimmy pulls out and begins looking around for his clothing.
“Yeah!” Jimmy says, smiling at her. “Wow is right! Where have you been all my life?” He laughs.
“Right here, Jimmy.” Amber says, situating her thong between her firm, young ass cheeks. “But you were with Jasmine.” She says, looking at him. “That really is over right?” She asks for the second time.
“Over and done with.” He says, buckling his belt and pulling his shirt over his head. “She cheated on me.” He says, matter-of-factly. “That ends it for me.” He pulls Amber into an embrace and kisses her hard on the lips. Jasmine tries to sit up, put I hold her against me and put a finger to my lips. She looks at me, while vigorously shaking her head.
“He’s lying.” She whispers in my ear. I nod, so she knows I believe her, as I watch Jimmy cup Amber’s bare ass cheeks. She’s still only in her bra and thong as they continue their kiss.
“It’s getting cold, Jimmy.” Amber says, breaking the kiss and picking up her blouse. “Let’s continue this in your car.” She says, pulling her blouse over her head, as Jimmy hands her skirt to her.
“What a fucking bastard!” Jasmine says after they’ve gone. “I never cheated on him, Mike.”
“I know.” I reassure her. “He’s just saying whatever he thinks Amber wants to hear.” I tell her. We’re wrapped in each other’s arms, sitting against the backyard fence.
“What am I going to do, Mike?” Jasmine asks, looking at me with her teary eyes.
“Your absolutely certain that you’re pregnant?” I ask. “You’ve tested yourself?”
“No.” She says. “But I’m never late!” She says, emphatically. “I waited until I could talk to Jimmy and I figured we do the test together.” She sighs.
“Come on!” I tell her, as I slide out from her embrace and stand up. “Let’s get going.” I help her to her feet and see her glance at the bulge in the front of my pants.
“Where?” She asks, as I lead her around the side of the house, not wanting to go back inside.
“To an all night drug store.” I answer. “Before we do anything else, we’re going to verify your condition.” I say, pressing the keyless remote and opening the passenger door for her.
“You really got off on watching them, didn’t you?” Jasmine says, as we turn onto the main highway towards the shopping center.
“I’m sorry.” I tell her. “I know that wasn’t an appropriate reaction.”
“You can’t help what makes you hard.” She says. “I’m just surprised at how turned on you got watching Jimmy and Amber fuck.” She says, trying hard to sound like it didn’t affect her at all.
“It wasn’t all them.” I tell her. “You had your body wrapped pretty tightly around me, too.” I answer, glancing at her face for a reaction.
“Right!” She says. “The naked couple on the bench had nothing to do with it.” She laughs, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve heard her laugh.
“That’s progress.” I tell her. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh.
“Oh shit!” Jasmine cries. “Stop the car, Mike.” “What the matter?” I ask, as I pull over onto the shoulder, wondering what I did.
“We don’t we need that drug store anymore.” She says sheepishly. “Would you mind, turning your head and closing your eyes for a minute.
“What?” I ask, trying to figure out what she’s talking about, as she digs through her purse. “Oh!” I say, as she pulls out a Tampon and I feel stupid for not catching on.
“Just turn your head.” She says, unsnapping her jeans. I watch her start pulling her zipper down, before I reluctantly close my eyes and turn my head away.
“I guess this is cause for celebration, huh?” I ask, as I listen to her pull her jeans down and shuffle around on the seat. An unmistakable aroma fills the car.
“Yeah!” She breathes. “What a fucking relief!” She says, as I hear her tear open the wrapper and scoot down in the seat. Less than a minute later I hear her pull her zipper back up.
“You can turn around now.” She says, placing her purse back on the floor as I turn back around. I just sit there for a minute, staring at her. She looks embarrassed and relieved at the same time.
“I’m very happy for you, Jasmine.” I tell her, touching her cheek with my hand. “Please be more diligent with the pills.” I say. “Skipping pills is probably what threw off your period.” I explain, sounding more like a big brother than I mean to.
“Don’t worry, Mike.” She says, smiling. “Not only will I take the pills, but I don’t think I’ll be fucking anyone anytime soon either.” I start the car and pull back out onto the highway. That wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
“Would you like to go out to dinner one night next week?” I ask, as we pull onto her street.
“You’ve been sweet, Mike.” Jasmine says, touching my arm. “But I don’t date white guys.” She says matter-of-factly.
“That’s kind of racist, isn’t it?” I ask, trying to make it sound like a joke.
“Not at all.” She says. “It’s just practical, Mike.” She says, turning towards me. “Once the novelty of being with a black chick wears off, then we have to deal with all the other shit that comes with being an interracial couple. No matter how much it looks like the world has made progress, there are still a lot of people, black and white, who just can’t accept it. Relationships are hard enough already without trying to take on the world.”
“Jesus! I wasn’t asking you to marry me, Jasmine.” I say, exasperatedly. “I only asked for a date.”
“I know it doesn’t seem fair.” Jasmine says, sincerely. “But what if I really like you, or fall in love with you? I’m just not willing to take that chance.” She says, as we pull up in front of her house. “I’m sorry, Mike. It’s just how I feel.”
“After all we’ve been through together?” I ask her jokingly.