“Seriously, please don’t censor what you say, Jasmine. I’m sorry I suggested we have sex. It won’t happen again.” I tell her, as she folds herself into my arms and I squeeze her tightly against me. Her breasts pressing through the thin material of tank top and bra feel wonderful against my chest and I command my body not to spoil the moment. She breaks the embrace, just before my cock gives me away.
“I’ll see you Monday, Mike.” Jasmine says, turning to walk back to her house. Damn! I’m doing just what she said I’d do, trying to make this more than friendship. But come on! She’s the one talking about how horny she is, what am I suppose to do? Fuck!
Sunday is pretty much consumed with homework, laundry and a late shift at the bookstore. By the time I meet Jasmine, after cheerleading practice on Monday, I’ve resigned myself to being her confidant and sounding board, but never her lover.
“You are not going to believe the juicy conversation I overheard yesterday.” Jasmine says, as she jumps into the front seat of my car. She is so worked up, she can hardly hold still.
“Tell me.” I say, trying to match her enthusiasm, even though I’m not really interested in high school gossip.
“My aunt Cyn was over for dinner.” She says, very animatedly. “Afterwards, while I was doing the dishes, Aunt Cyn and my mom were talking in the living room. I finished the dishes and was about to join them, when I heard Aunt Cyn describing, in the most graphic detail you can imagine, about this guy going down on her.” Oh fuck! I keep nodding while Jasmine is talking, but I’m getting increasingly nervous about where this is going.
“I’ve never heard my mom and my aunt talking like this so I stayed out of sight and just listened. Aunt Cyn told my mom all about this young white guy and how great he is with his tongue.” Jasmine is turned in the seat, facing me while she excitedly describes the conversation. “Then, she starts trying to convince my mom to join her and her friends next Thursday night, so she can get in on the action! It seems that every Thursday night, while I’m babysitting, Aunt Cyn and her friends…” I don’t know if it is the look on my face or if Jasmine suddenly remembers where she met me, but she stops mid-sentence and her hand flies up to her open mouth.
“Ohmygod!” She exclaims. “It’s you, isn’t it?” She gasps. “Mike! You’re fucking my aunt!”
“Jasmine.” I say, glancing at her as I drive. “I can explain.”
“Explain!” She yells. “You’re fucking my aunt and all you can say is ‘I can explain’?” Her face is red and she’s breathing hard. “Saturday you were putting the moves on me. Now you’re trying to get my mom to join in! Is the goal to fuck my whole family?” She drops back into her seat and stares out the windshield.
“I didn’t know anything about your mom, Jasmine.” I tell her. “Hell, I can barely keep up with all of this myself.” As she sits fuming, with her arms tightly across her chest, I tell her everything that’s happened in the past three weeks. I describe how her aunt came into the bookstore and I thought I was charming her, but she was actually manipulating me. I tell her about the neglected black housewives and the different reaction from Barbara and Shelly. I even tell her about my conversation with Barbara in the bookstore.
“Can you blame me?” I finally ask her. “Your aunt is a beautiful woman and I’m young and single.” I say, looking over to see how she reacts.
“My aunt isn’t.” She says, without looking at me.
“No, she isn’t.” I answer quietly, wondering if this is what’s really bothering her; the betrayal of her uncle. “I didn’t even know you when it started.” I say, realizing that nothing I say is going to make a difference.
“Men!” She says. “I guess they either lie to you or lie about you!” She says, shaking her head.
“I never lied to you.” I say.
“You lied by omission, Mike!” She snaps. “It never occurred to you during all of our lengthy conversations, to say, ‘Oh by the way Jasmine, while you’re taking the kids roller-skating, I’m fucking your aunt.”
“I didn’t know how to tell you.” I stammer. “It’s not like it ever came up in conversation.” I say, realizing how lame it sounds, as soon as I’ve said it.
“Yeah, well now it has!” She says, as I pull up in front of her house. “Don’t bother pick me up from school anymore, Mike.” She says, as she gets out of the car. “I’ll get my own ride. You just go be Aunt Cyn’s little, white fuck toy!” She says, slamming the door.
Goddamn it! I knew this was going to happen. I pound my fists on the steering wheel as I pull away from the curb. Not that I ever had a chance with Jasmine, anyway, but I certainly didn’t want her to feel like I betrayed her. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
The rest of the week creeps by in a funk and on Thursday, Cyn calls to tell me she’s booked the hotel room again and she has a surprise for me. She gives me the room number and I tell her I can’t wait, but the truth is, I’d rather be meeting Jasmine in the park.
“You’re early.” Cyn says, opening the hotel room door and letting me in. As soon as I see her, my cock stiffens and I can’t wait to fuck her.
“Should I leave and come back?” I tease, pulling her into an embrace. She’s wearing a light yellow spaghetti strap dress that looks perfect against her chocolate brown skin.
“Don’t be silly.” She says, kissing me lightly on the lips, as I run my hands over her bare shoulders. “I was just hoping to surprise you.” She says, stepping back from me. “Shelly is joining us and I wanted us both to be here when you arrived.” She says, smiling at me. “But you’re early and she’s running late. C’est la vie!” She laughs. “Let’s start without her.”
She pulls me back against her and kisses me more passionately. I can’t seem to get a hold of my feelings. I’m excited and repulsed at the same time. After my discussion with Barbara and from what Jasmine overheard between her mom and Cyn, I can’t help resenting all the manipulation, but as our tongues entwine and I slide the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, my cock responds as enthusiastically as ever.
“Maybe I should be glad Shelly’s late.” Cyn says, as I pull the front of her dress down and cradle her naked tits in my hands. “I can have you all to myself for a while.” She says, as I run my thumbs over her nipples and feel them harden under my touch. I’m just about to lower my mouth to suck on one, when she steps back and lets her dress fall to the floor. She’s wearing nothing under the dress and the bloods surges into my cock, as she stands there, elegantly displaying herself for my approval.
Like a schoolboy, looking at his first picture of a naked woman, my eyes hungrily roam her body, devouring her from her tits to her pussy, then coming back up to focus on her thick black nipples.
“I get wet every time I think about your mouth on me.” She whispers, stepping closer and helping me shed my clothes. “I want you to eat me, Mike.” She pleads, lying on her back on the bed and spreading her thighs, invitingly.
“I’ve been waiting all week for this.” She says quietly. I crawl up on the bed, and lower my face towards her, moist black, pussy lips. As I breathe in her scent and run my tongue up the length of her slit, I’m no longer conflicted or worried about whether I’m being manipulated. Who the fuck cares!
“Mmmm! Ohh yes!” Cyn cries, as my tongue delves into her fleshy, pink opening, lapping up her hot juices and then lightly flicking her clit, before plunging back in for more of her sweet nectar.