“Do you want to take me home?” She asks quietly, looking over at me.
“Absolutely not!” I answer. “I want you more than you know, Jasmine. I just didn’t think, you know, if there was a chance for you and Jimmy, that you’d still want…”
“I still want, Mike.” She says. “I still want you to make me feel like Aunt Cyn said you made her feel.” She says, putting her hand on my thigh, as I steer the car towards my apartment. “Come on Tongue-man, show a girl a good time, huh?” She says playfully, squeezing my thigh. Goddamn! This couldn’t be better! I’m finally going to fuck Jasmine and I didn’t have to deceive her to do it!
“Here we are.” I tell Jasmine, as I unlock the door and let her into my apartment. She appears even more nervous and vulnerable than she did in the car. I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me.
“You still want this?” I ask. “It’s always okay to change your mind.” I tell her, wondering why I keep giving her chances to back out.
“No, I’m just nervous, Mike.” She says, hugging me. “I’ve only ever been with Jimmy.” She says. “You’ve been with older, more experienced women…” Her voice trails off and I hold her tightly. “I’ve seen how you look at me and I’m afraid you might be disappointed.”
“There is no way I could ever be disappointed.” I laugh with relief that she isn’t having second thoughts. “Leave everything to me!” I tell her. “After all, I’m… super tongue, or whatever.”
“Tongue-man.” She says, stepping back and laughing. “Okay, I’ll leave it to you.” She says, looking around at my apartment, probably wondering what to do or say next.
“Come on.” I say, leading her into the bedroom. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. I’m the one who should be nervous.” I tell her, as we walk into the bedroom. “I want this to be absolutely perfect for you.” I turn on my IPOD to start the soft music and then light the four candles that I’ve placed on the dresser and nightstands.
“Wow!” She says, looking at the candles and then at me. “I’m used to my jeans around my ankles in the backseat of a car.” She says. “That night at the party was going to be our first time in a bed.” She says, as I step forward and start lifting the hem of her blouse. Her eyes bore into mine as she raises her arms and I slowly pull the orange blouse over her head. I caress her shoulders and then slide my hands down her back, releasing her bra. Pulling the straps from her shoulders, she steps back as I pull the bra away from her firm, brown tits.
Fuck! They are magnificent! About twice as big as Ambers, with dark areolas and thick nipples that makes me think of what Cyn’s tits must have looked like at this age. I cradle them in my hands and she shivers when I brush my thumbs across her nipples. They’re very responsive. I bet they’ll harden quickly when I suck on them.
Determined to take this slowly and anxious to explore every inch of her body, I release her tits. Running my fingers down her sides and around her back, I slip my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, at the small of her back.
“Don’t even think about it.” She says, as my fingers touch her thong.
“What?” I ask innocently.
“Snapping my thong.” She says, sliding her hand over the bulge in my pants. “If you were considering it, you might want to reconsider.” She says, squeezing my hard cock through my pants. Pulling my hand from her jeans, I bring it around to the front and unfasten them.
“Wait.” She says, as I start to pull her jeans down. What now? I’m wondering if she’s finally changed her mind, when she says, “I need to take my shoes off.” I laugh at my own nervousness and playfully push her back on the bed.
“I’ll do it.” I tell her, lifting her feet and removing her shoes and socks. “Now the jeans?” I ask.
“Now the jeans.” She says, leaning back and shoving them down over her hips. I watch her tits bounce from side to side as she wiggles out of her jeans. Grabbing the pant legs, I pull them off. What a sight! Jasmine is lying back on my bed in just her black thong, smiling at me. Her thick black bush pushes against the thin material covering her pussy and stray hairs curl around the edges of it. I want to take it slowly, but I can’t wait to see her completely naked. It’s like I’m afraid that at any time I could wake up and find this is all a dream.
Leaning over the end of the bed, I run my hands up the outside of her thighs until my fingers touch the thin strip of material at her hips. I pause, like I’m unveiling an exquisite sculpture and then slowly start to pull her thong down. She bends her knees, placing her feet flat on the bed. As she lifts her ass from the bed, I try to pull the thong down over her thighs. I tug on it, but it won’t budge.
“It’s caught between my cheeks.” She laughs embarrassingly, reaching one hand behind her back. This couldn’t go any less smooth, but the humor of the situation eases the tension we’re both feeling.
“No.” I say quickly. “I’ll get it.” Sliding my hand over her ass cheek, I grab the thin strip of material and pull it down. As it disengages from between her cheeks, she straightens her legs out and I pull the thong the rest of the way off. The triangle of material that was covering her pussy is soaking wet.
“Whoa. Did you shower in this?” I tease her, as I hold her thong up.
“Very funny.” She says, getting more embarrassed, closing her legs and lying rigidly with her arms at her side. I decide teasing isn’t the best approach to take with her.
“You are beautiful.” I tell her, grabbing the bottle of massage oil from the dresser. I heated it in hot water before I went to get Jasmine, and it’s still warm. “I’m going to give you a massage to help you relax… and because I want to explore your beautiful body.” I tell her, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting massage oil on her palm. “Then I’m going to give you more orgasms than you ever thought possible.”
“Mmmm.” She says, as I massage her palm with my thumbs and run my fingers between the bones on the back of her hands. “Is this what you did for Aunt Cyn?” She asks.