“Oh Reggie, fuck my ass!” Stephanie’s voice fills the room a little louder than I intended but it has the desired effect. “You love my tight white ass, don’t you Reggie?” Cyn has stopped in her tracks and turned back toward us.
“You know I do, Baby,” Cyn’s husband’s voice jumps from the tiny speaker.
“What the hell?” Cyn steps back and I turn the laptop screen towards her. “Oh my god! What have you two done?” she asks. Jasmine stands up and helps her aunt to a chair. Cyn sits down, takes a quick look at the video and turns away.
“Shut that off, you’ve made your point,” she says angrily. “What do you expect to gain with that? I already knew he was fucking her,” she says indignantly. I expected this response and I’m ready for her.
“But everyone else doesn’t,” I answer. “What if this went viral on the internet?”
“There is nowhere you could post this video that anyone in our congregation would see it,” she counters. Having anticipated this response too, I hand her a stack of papers I had ready next to the laptop.
“What is this?” she asks, looking at the list of names.
“The email address of everyone in your husband’s congregation.” I answer. “You’ll notice it starts with the church council and then the deacons.” I sit back, maybe a little too smugly. Cyn looks over the list and I see her shoulders slump in acquiescence.
“You wouldn’t,” she says but her voice lacks conviction.
“We don’t want to but you haven’t given us much choice,” I answer. “You threatened us. We’re just threatening back and we’re as serious about this as you are.”
“I just want what is best for you,” Cyn addresses Jasmine. “I just want you to have a happy life with someone of your own race.”
“Yeah, that seems to be working out well for you,” I say sarcastically, nodding towards the laptop. Before Cyn can respond, Jasmine gives me a scowl and waves her hand at me to be quiet. She’s right. I shouldn’t be rubbing salt in the wound. I sit back and let Jasmine take over.
“We don’t want anyone to ever see this video, Aunt Cyn,” Jasmine says quietly.
“What do you want?” Cyn asks resignedly.
“We just want you to let us be together. We want a chance to see if there is more here than infatuation.” Cyn studies her niece and then looks at me.
“You’re bluffing,” she finally says.
“There is two hours of video, taken inside Stephanie’s bedroom,” I say, handing her a DVD as I return her glare. “We went to too much trouble to be bluffing. It wouldn’t take me very long to start emailing selected clips from this video.”
Cyn abruptly stands up. “Fine! I’ll leave you two to your infatuated frolicking. Fuck each other’s brains out for all I care. Just mark my words, nothing good will come of this!” She grabs the DVD and stomps out the door.
“Well, that went well,” I deadpan and immediately wish I hadn’t said it. Jasmine looks forlorn and I move next to her on the couch, wrapping my arms around her.
“My mom will be home soon,” Jasmine says. “Can we go to your place?”
“Let’s go,” I answer, pulling her to her feet.
“I wish we didn’t have to do that to Aunt Cyn,” Jasmine says on the drive to my apartment.
“She didn’t give us much choice,” I answer.
“Mike,” Jasmine says hesitantly. “What if she’s right? What if this is just infatuation?”
“Do you really believe that?”
“No, but I thought I loved Jimmy, too,” Jasmine says, displaying quite a bit of introspection for an eighteen year old.
“We won’t know unless we’re allowed to spend time together,” I say. “The only thing that will make the blackmail right is if we prove Cyn wrong.”
“I know, but…”
“There aren’t any guarantees, Jasmine.” I glance towards her. “I love you and I’m going to do my best to make this work for us for a long time.”
“I love you, too,” she says, visibly relieved. “And in a few minutes, I’m going to show you how much I’ve missed you,” she adds as we pull into the parking lot.
You’d expect that we’d be stripping each other naked as soon as we’re inside my apartment but by some unspoken agreement we are taking it slowly. Jasmine takes the lead walking into my bedroom and closing the door behind us.
Turning to me, she kisses me lightly on the lips as she starts unbuttoning my shirt. As it falls off my shoulders onto the floor, she unbuckles my belt. I slip off my shoes as she’s unfastening my jeans. My cock springs out when she tugs my jeans and boxers down together. Kneeling on the floor, she kisses the end of my prick as I step out of my jeans and she tosses them aside.
Neither of us has spoken since we entered my apartment and it seems Jasmine intends to keep it that way. She motions for me to lie down on the bed before stepping back and slowly stripping off her clothes. It’s not a striptease but just a very comfortable, unhurried unveiling of her beautiful body.
I lie transfixed with my cock pointing at the ceiling as she unclasps her bra and shakes her tits free of their restrains. Damn! I will never get tired of looking at her perfectly shaped breasts. My eyes follow her taut nipples as she shimmies back and forth, pushing her jeans down. Wearing only her thong, she sits on the edge of my bed and gently caresses my rigid shaft.
“This isn’t just infatuation,” she says quietly.
Slipping off her thong, she lies down beside me and I wrap my arms around her. We’re on our sides and I kiss her lips as we press our bodies together. She reaches down and pushes my cock up so it isn’t poking right into her abdomen while I move my hand over her breast, teasing her nipple.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her, breaking the kiss and moving my head down to her taut nipple. I suck and lick her thick, black nubs as she softly moans her appreciation. I feel her shiver when I squeeze the sides of her soft breasts while blowing my hot breath over her moist nipples.
“I love you, Mike,” she barely whispers as another shiver rolls through her body. I kiss her lips again, pushing my tongue into her warm mouth. She hungrily sucks on my tongue as my hands roam from her breasts down her sides and massage her hips.
“I love you, too, Jasmine,” I whisper, trailing kisses down her magnificent body. Kneeling between her legs, I lick her inner thighs while sliding my arms behind her knees. She lets out an extended moan when I lift her legs into the air and flick my tongue across her pussy lips. Damn, she tastes good.