“OH FUCK!!” Jasmine grabs my hair, holding my face tightly against her spasming pussy while squeezing her thighs around my ears. When she flops back on the bed, I pry her legs apart and start lapping up her creamy sauce.
“Fuck me, Mike,” Jasmine pleads as I keep my tongue engaged with her oozing pussy.
“Okay, but no penis-voice humor,” I tease as I slide up her body and my hard cock slips right into her anxious opening.
“I promise,” she smiles, wrapping her legs around me and rocking along to my hard driving rhythm.
“God you feel so wonderful,” I exclaim as my lips claims hers and our tongues dance fervently between our mouths.
I feel the tension building in my cock even stronger than before and I start ardently pounding my hardened rod into her tender young pussy. Still riding the high of her recent orgasm, Jasmine is grinding her clit against my pelvic bone and hugging me tightly against her.
I raise myself up on my elbows and watch her tits moving in a graceful pliant motion with each of my thrusts. Her beautiful black, nipple-tipped globes rippling up and down her chest is one of the sexiest sights I think I’ll ever see. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is gaping open as her rapidly approaching orgasm nears its peak.
I slam into her a few more times before she clamps her pussy muscles around my cock and triggers my release. We convulse against each other as my steady bursts of cum collide with her fresh flood of juices, turning her cunt into a veritable swamp. I collapse onto her soft dark breasts as we both gasp for air.
“I do love you,” I say when our breathing has slowed enough for me to speak.
“I love you, too,” Jasmine whispers, squeezing her soggy pussy around my spent cock.
“Are you sure that’s not just your pussy talking?” I tease.
“Would you mind if it was?” she retorts.
“Mmmmm. Maybe not,” I smile. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” I ask rhetorically.
“You don’t deserve me,” she smiles. “I’m only putting up with you because of your tongue-manship.” The sound of her laughter is as sweet as a symphony but I cut it off with a passionate kiss.
Our kiss is interrupted by my cellphone’s ringtone.
“Don’t answer it,” Jasmine says. I raise my eyebrows at her as I look at the screen.
“It’s your aunt Cyn,” I tell her.
“Please silence your cell phones,” Jasmine says, mimicking the robotic voice from the movie theater. “We’re at the movies, remember. You can’t answer your phone.” I drop my phone back onto the nightstand and we resume our kissing.
I don’t listen to Cyn’s message until I’m driving Jasmine home. I put my phone on speaker and we listen to it together.
“Mike, we need to finish our conversation,” Cyn says very calmly. “As you know, I feel very strongly about this and I hope I can make you do what’s right. Please call me.” I look at Jasmine and she just shrugs.
“I’ll call her tomorrow,” I say as we pull up to Jasmine’s house.
“Mike,” Jasmine says, unbuckling her seatbelt and turning towards me. “We’re a couple, right?”
“That’s what I want, Jasmine,” I answer, trying to hold in my excitement.
“So, um… you’re not going to be going with Aunt Cyn or her friends anymore?” she asks hesitantly.
“Absolutely not!” I lean over and take her hands in mine. “If you’re willing to be the girlfriend of a poor, white college student, I will be the happiest guy on the planet.” Her smile covers her whole face as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“I am so willing,” she purrs and I don’t say anything about the double entendre.
My phone rings the next morning as I’m driving to my first class.
“Hey Cyn,” I answer.
“We really need to talk, Mike,” she says abruptly, without so much as a hello.
“I’m on my way to class right now but I’m free for lunch would you like to meet somewhere?” I ask.
“I can’t meet you but will you call me when you’re out of class so we can talk?” she asks.
“Absolutely. It’ll be about two hours.”
“That’ll be fine.” She disconnects and I can still feel the coldness of her voice as I head to class.
When I call her back we talk for about twenty minutes with neither of us making any headway toward convincing the other of our point of view. Cyn cajoles, begs, offers to include me in her Thursdays with Shelly and finally resorts to threats.
“Mike, I am deadly serious that I can make this stop if that’s the way you want to play it.”
“I don’t want to play it at all, Cyn,” I answer exasperatedly. “All I want is for you to give Jasmine and I a chance.”
“No! I am willing to confess everything to my husband and my sister if that’s the way you want it,” she says defiantly. “Believe me, when Cora finds out what kind of person you are she will make sure you never see Jasmine again!”
“What kind of person I am?” I almost scream into the phone. “What about you and your bi-sexual friend Shelly? What will she think about that?” I ask trying to sound as confident she does.
“I would rather you man-up and do the right thing, Mike, but if you don’t, you need to know that I am willing to go that far to make this thing stop. Is that clear?”
“Perfectly!” I answer, disconnecting the call. Fuck! Whatever she does is going to hurt Jasmine but I’m confident we can weather the storm. I don’t find out until three days later that I was wrong.
Jasmine calls about an hour before I’m supposed to pick her up from cheering practice.
“Mike…” her voice is soft and hesitant.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, hearing the tension in her tone.
“Don’t pick me up today, okay?” she says and I can hear the heartache right through the phone.
“Why? What happened, Jasmine?” I ask.