Jasmine and I sit quietly in the car, cuddled in each other’s arms as we wait for the garage door to open. About twenty minutes after they’ve finished in the bedroom, I see light under the door and it slowly starts to rise.
“Gotta go,” I say, giving Jasmine a quick peck on the cheek. I slip out of the car, scurry across the neighbor’s yard and flatten myself against the side of Stephanie’s garage. I repeat my maneuver from the other night and retrieve the camera without incident. Fortunately the back door isn’t chained and I slip out and we’re on our way before Stephanie returns.
“Do you want to come over for a while,” I ask Jasmine.
“Not tonight, Mike,” she says. “This whole thing is kind of disgusting. I want to take a shower and go to bed.”
“I didn’t think the whole night was disgusting,” I tease.
“Not the whole night,” she agrees, patting my thigh. “Just the part inside the house. I don’t understand it from either viewpoint; hers or theirs. Why would she degrade herself like that and why would those men want to all fuck her at the same time?”
Thinking her question is rhetorical, I don’t answer.
“You had a threesome with Aunt Cyn and Shelly, right?” Jasmine asks. I just nod. “Would you want to be with two other guys fucking one of them?”
“No,” I answer, wondering how much I should disclose about Shelly’s motives. “How much do you know about that threesome?” I ask.
“Not very much, but I can imagine how you might enjoy being serviced by two women at once,” she says.
“Okay, I did enjoy it, but Shelly enjoyed it the most,” I answer cryptically, waiting to see if Jasmine takes the hint. She doesn’t.
“What do you mean?” she asks as we turn down her street.
“Shelly orchestrated the entire thing because she wanted a sexual relationship with Cyn, not because she wanted a threesome with me.” There it is, right out there in the open. Jasmine’s jaw has dropped and she’s just looking at me.
“Well that’s a different thing all together,” she says, clearly flabbergasted. “So, Shelly and Cyn weren’t just sharing you, they were… um…” I nod my head. “With each other?” she asks. I nod again.
“Whoa, I wasn’t expecting that,” she says. “Couldn’t we have used that to blackmail Aunt Cyn?” I told you this girl was smart.
“I tried that and she said she would still go through with her threat even if it meant full disclosure of her relationship with Shelly. They’re still spending Thursday nights together, just the two of them as far as I know.”
“I hope this video works,” Jasmine says as we sit in the car in front of her house.
“It will,” I assure her. “I’ll call you when I have a DVD made that we can show Cyn.” Jasmine kisses me hard on the mouth and gets out of the car.
“Love you,” she says just before closing the door, preventing me from responding in kind.
It only takes a couple of hours to edit the juicy footage that should give Cyn second thoughts. I also make a DVD for Barbara to use with her husband and one for Shelly, although I’m not sure she’ll want it. I only included footage from the individual trysts, not the group fuck. The visual was better and the audio was much more incriminating.
I call Jasmine the next day and we decide to meet with Cyn the following Monday.
Jasmine arranges for her Aunt Cyn to meet her after school on Monday before her mom gets home. I pick her up from school and we’re waiting in her living room when Cyn walks in.
“What is he doing here?” she demands without any preamble.
“We need to talk to you, Aunt Cyn,” Jasmine answers.
“I thought I made myself clear,” Cyn says with her hands on her hips.
“We would like you to reconsider,” I offer quietly. I have the laptop on the coffee table with the most explicit scene cued up. It was Jasmine’s idea to try to reason with her first.
“You could have saved us both some time,” Cyn says. “I am not about to reconsider!”
“We love each other,” Jasmine says quietly.
“It’s infatuation, girl!” Cyn yells.
“Then why not let it play out?” I ask. “If it’s only infatuation, it will run it’s course.”
“Jasmine,” Cyn says, ignoring me. “Listen honey, I know you think what you’re feeling is love. I’ve experienced Mike’s charms first hand, remember? I know that when he gets going on you he can make you believe that down is up. He’s a very talented lover, but that doesn’t mean he loves you.”
“What if you’re wrong?” I ask. “What if this is the real thing?”
“You are what’s wrong!” Cyn points at me for emphasis. “You just need to march your white ass out of here before I tell her mama all about you!”
“Aunt Cyn…” Jasmine pleads.
“I will do what I have to do!” Cyn interrupts her niece. “Now, are you leaving?” she asks, turning back in my direction.
“No,” I answer, shaking my head. “I’ve something to show you first.”
“You don’t have anything I want to see. If you won’t leave, then you two will pay the consequences!” She turns to go and I tap the play button on the laptop.