“How about the park?” She answers. “It’s kind of private.” We drive in silence until we get to the park. Jasmine throws open her door and runs to the swings, in the nearly deserted play area.
“Aunt Cyn was pretty mellowed out when she got home last night.” Jasmine says, smiling at me, as I walk behind the swing she’s sitting on and give her a gentle push.
“I know.” I answer, as my hands push against her ass cheeks. “I drove her home.”
“Oh.” She says, probably wondering about the logistics, but she just keeps swinging. I watch as her top rides up and her thong is visible above the low waist of her jeans.
“I told her that I overheard her conversation with my mom.” She says, as I continue to push her higher. She looks around to make sure we’re still alone. “I told her I’d be the third person.” She says, looking over her shoulder at me.
“What’d she say?” I ask, my imagination taking off with this idea.
“She laughed at me and said I needed to find someone my own age.” She says, smiling. “I didn’t tell her that I knew you, but I asked her if you were really as good as she said you were.” I realize she’s intentionally drawing out her description of the conversation, to tease me, and I’m happy to play along.
“And… What did she say?” I ask, playfully pushing her harder.
“She said you were better.” She says quietly. “So I took advantage of her loose-lipped condition and convinced her to tell me about it. She told me the whole story about how she met you at the book store and how she teased and taunted you.” She says. “She even described in explicit detail what you did to her with your tongue.” Jasmine says, putting her feet on the ground and stopping the swing.
“She kept referring to your talented tongue. She made you sound like a sexy superhero.” Jasmine says, turning towards me. “Tongue-man, with abilities far beyond those of mortal man, providing orgasms for women of all ages and races!” She laughs, pulling me into a playful embrace. “Cleverly disguised as a mild-mannered book store clerk.” She says, lightly kissing my lips. I can’t think of anything witty or intelligent to say, so I just hold her tight, relishing the feeling of her body against mine.
“Mike… I… um… I… want you to do to me what you did to Aunt Cyn.” She says, again pressing her lips to mine. I slide my tongue into her mouth and caress her back with my hands. My heart is beating so hard, I’m sure she can feel it against her chest.
“Don’t get the wrong idea.” She says, pulling her face back from mine. “I’m not saying that I think we have a future as a couple, but it was Aunt Cyn who was so adamant that I shouldn’t date outside of my race. Kind of hypocritical, don’t you think?” She asks.
“Very.” I say, hoping that’s the right answer. We stand there for a few minutes, neither of us speaking. I finally break the silence.
“I’m going to have to think about it, Jasmine.” I say. “I don’t usually do high school girls, they’re so impressionable.” I tell her, smiling.
“I’ll show you impressionable.” She says, smacking my ass and running across the playground. I take off after her and she stops at the crossbars, pulling herself up. She swings one leg and then the other over the bar and lets go with her hands. Hanging by her knees, she smiles at me upside down. Her blouse slides up revealing her flat, brown stomach and the bottom of her black, bra. I walk around behind her, where her thong strap is visible, as it disappears into her tight jeans. Holding her legs, so she can’t swing off the bar, I snap the elastic strip of her black thong.
“Ooooo!” She says. “You’re going to get it.” She says, wiggling her ass around and trying to get off the bars.
“I’m counting on it.” I say, letting go of her legs and stepping back as she swings once and then flips herself upright onto the ground.
“Very impressive!” I say, applauding.
“So, do you want to pick me up after the football game tonight?” She asks, seductively, as she straightens her clothes.
“I can’t, Jasmine, I have to work.” I tell her. “Besides we wouldn’t have much time and I want to do this right.” I figure this might be a one-time thing and I don’t want it to be a quickie after a football game. “How about tomorrow?” I ask.
“I have cheerleader competition all day, but I’m free tomorrow night.” She says, standing close and looking expectantly at my face. My dream is coming true if I can just schedule it!
“Damn! I have to work tomorrow night.” I say, my frustration starting to build. “I’m off all day Sunday, what do you have planned?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her.
“Umm…” She says, looking at the sky. “Spending the day with you?” She asks. “How early can you pick me up?” She asks excitedly.
“As early as you like.” I say, my cock hardening against the warmth of her body. “I’ll get rid of my roommate and we’ll have the whole day!” I tell her.
“Is nine o’clock too early?” She asks, rocking against the bulge in my pants.
“Not at all!” I tell her, glancing at my watch. “Shit! I have to go to work.” I say, leading her back towards my car.
“I can’t wait until Sunday.” I tell her, kissing her on the mouth, when I drop her off at her house.
“Me either.” She whispers. “I’m wet just thinking about it.” She smiles.
“Just don’t forget to take your pills!” I admonish her playfully.
“Don’t worry. That’ll never happen again.” She says.
“Good!” I tell her.
“Mike.” She says, leaning into the car. “No more secrets, okay?” She says, smiling.
“No more secrets, Jasmine.” I respond. “I’ll see you Sunday. Good luck tomorrow with the competition.” She closes the door and I drive away, wondering how I ever got so lucky!