“You were great tonight, Mike.” Jasmine says, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. “Believe me, I really appreciated you being there. If you were black, I’d be jumping at the chance to go out with you.” She says. “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault you’re white.” She laughs, getting out of the car.
“Okay, how about friends? We could just go for coffee?” I ask, trying not to sound desperate, as I walk her to her door.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She says, sadly. “It sounds good in theory, but it would just end up being a date.” She says, reaching for her door handle.
“Think of me as your gay friend.” I say, wondering where the hell I pulled that from, as she bursts out laughing.
“My what?” She asks, staring at me in disbelief.
“You know, in all those romantic comedies, where the girl always has a gay friend that she can confide in without worrying about getting involved with him.” I say rapidly before she opens her front door. “Just think of me as your gay friend and have coffee with me tomorrow, okay?” I say, looking at her anxiously. She stares at me for a minute.
“Okay.” She laughs. “Call me in the morning.” She says, giving me her number. “That’s my cell, so just call me when you get up and we’ll have coffee.” She says, leaning up and lightly brushing her lips across mine. “Thanks for being there for me tonight, Mike.” She says, as she steps into her house.
Fuck! What a night! And I thought a high school cheerleader party would be uneventful! Damn! I’m so fucking horny and there is no one to call!
As I lie in bed replaying the evening, my cock throbs as I recall how nice Jasmine felt crushed against me, while I watched Jimmy and Amber fucking on the bench. In my mind I replace Jimmy and Amber with Jasmine and I. Her naked body is perfect and I start stroking my fully erect cock, as I imagine my tongue snaking in and out of her juicy pussy. I picture her as a teenage version of Cyn, with smooth brown thighs and thin black pussy lips surrounded by tightly curled black hair. Unlike Amber, the round curves of her tits don’t disappear when she’s lying down and I stroke my cock faster when I think about sucking on her black, pencil-thin nipples. When I envision her tight, teenage pussy wrapped around my hard cock, I shoot a long stream of cum onto my stomach. After cleaning up with a tissue, I fall asleep trying to figure pot how I can change her mind about dating white guys.
The next morning I meet Jasmine for coffee at a Starbucks halfway between our houses. She looks incredible in a pair of low-slung red jeans and a white, scoop-neck blouse. We talk about everything except what happened the night before. She tells me all about cheerleading and we laugh at some of the ridiculous things that girls do to get selected for the squad.
“So what did you do to get selected?” I ask, my eyes shifting between her beautiful eyes and her lovely neck. Her skin is smooth as it flows down her chest and curves into captivating brown cleavage at the neckline of her blouse.
“I didn’t have to do anything.” She says, seriously. “There weren’t that many black girls trying out and they wanted some diversity.” She says, in that same matter-of-fact tone she used when she told me she doesn’t date white guys.
“I doubt that’s the only reason you’re on the squad.” I tell her.
“Doubt all you want, but I think it played a part.” She says, shifting her chair closer to mine, and leaning towards me. “Mike, you don’t know anything about my world.” She says quietly, as I struggle to keep my eyes on her face. Leaning forward like this, most of her left tit is exposed to my view. My cock stiffens as I glimpse the top of her dark brown areola poking out of her black bra.
“Hey! You’re gay remember.” She whispers. “Stop looking at my tits.” Other customers turn their heads, as her laughter fills the room. She holds her blouse against her chest with her hand, as her tits jiggle around from her laughter.
“I’m… I’m so sorry!” I stammer, my face turning crimson, as I laugh with her.
“I’m just teasing you, Mike.” She says, laying her hand on my arm, reassuringly. In that moment, she reminds me so much of Cyn, that it’s uncanny.
“You are so beautiful.” I tell her. “I can’t help but look.” She shifts uneasily in her chair and takes a sip of her latte. I look at my watch, as I’m trying to think of a way to get the conversation back on neutral territory.
“Hot date?” Jasmine asks, nodding at my watch.
“Yeah, a new boyfriend.” I tease and I’m rewarded with more laughter and jiggling tits. “I really enjoyed this, but I have to work this afternoon. Can we do it again? Maybe after school on Monday?” I ask.
“Actually, I could use a ride home after cheerleader practice.” She says. “Jimmy used to always drive me home.” She adds quietly, as we stand up. We hug and I savor the feeling of her tits against my chest, as she kisses me on the cheek.
“See you Monday, Mike.” She smiles. “Four-thirty, okay?”
“I’ll be there.” I tell her as I head to my car.
I think about Jasmine all through my shift, as I help customers and reshelf books. I hope I can break down her defenses and get her to change her mind about dating me. She is so fucking hot and I seriously enjoy being with her. Well, at least she’s seeing me again, that’s a start.
I’m waiting by the bleachers Monday afternoon, as the girls run through their cheers. Any one of them could star in a teen wet dream, and you’d get your rocks off. My gaze shifts between Amber and Jasmine for a few minutes, then I focus solely on Jasmine. My cock stirs; as I watch her long brown legs kick up her orange and white pleated skirt, exposing her shapely thighs. Her legs are well toned, and her thigh muscles ripple, as she kicks and jumps her way through the routines. Her cheerleader uniform fits tightly across her chest and she frequently pops her tits forward, as she jerks her elbows back and raises her arms. Glancing around, I realize that Jasmine has the largest tits and the best body on the squad. By the time they finish their last routine, I have a full-fledged hard-on and I have to check my mouth to make sure I’m not drooling.
“Wow!” I say, as Jasmine grabs her gym bag and runs over to meet me. “You guys are great!” I say, taking her bag from her and walking her to my car.