New Beginnings

Jazmin was worried when she left after our long-overdue reunion. I pulled her aside to kiss her before she got in the car with Margo for the two-hour ride home.

“I know you’re trying to get pregnant with your husband. When you get home tonight, give him some pussy, tonight or sometime this week. If I get you pregnant, the timing will be close and buy you some time to think. If the baby is mine, he will find out when it’s born, because it won’t be Asian in any way.” I told her.

“I think after today, our talking, and you making me feel like I have never been, I’m more confused,” Jazmin smiled.

Two weeks passed. Margo gave me her number, and I had to call her. I was thinking of Jazmin more than before. I couldn’t get out of my head about her losing her virginity and how much I wanted it. I wanted to be the one to take it, but I also wanted to love her afterward. I wanted a relationship, a lustful love, with a teenage girl. I still want it with her, even now that she’s married.

Margo said she would contact Jazmin, inform her of my thoughts and feelings, and get back to me. She said she couldn’t discuss any conversations without Jazmin’s consent. I hoped that Jazmin would want to meet again.

A week later, Margo called me. She told me that she spoke to Jazmin and shared what we discussed. She told me that Jazmin has nightmares about that night. Margo told her that talking about the details would help, and I could give her the thought of what could have been to think about. I told her to set up an appointment, and I’d be there.

On the day of the meeting, I arrived early at Margo’s office. I went inside and sat in the waiting room. Jazmin hadn’t arrived yet, so Margo called me into her office to talk a little before Jazmin arrived. We spoke about Jazmin growing up. I’d known her for eleven years before the incident that separated us. I was there as the father figure in her life. I was with her mother for the same period. We were never married but had a son two years before the relationship breakdown.

Jazmin walked in for the appointment. It was so good to see her again. She wore a one-piece wrap dress down to her mid-thigh and one-string at the waist, tying it together. I could see her nipples poking through the fabric, I don’t think she had a bra on, which made me wonder about panties. I stood up to give her a hug and a kiss.

I whispered in her ear, “I’m thinking you are naked under that sexy wrap.”

“Could be,” She smiled as she sat on the couch beside me. She looked and smelled fantastic. I want this girl, now woman, so much.

“So, in your first meeting, I thought we could close the book on the past, but it seems we have awakened new feelings since talking to you both. So I propose we go to the beginning. The place where you both feel you went off course in the relationship realm. Jazmin, would you like to start?” Margo asked.

Jazmin closed her eyes and let out a big sigh. When she opened them, tears began building in her lovely brown eyes.

“After my mom moved us from living with you (Boss), she had to work more to pay the bills that she didn’t have your help with. I know I lied before and said I was twenty. I feel so stupid ... I was seventeen. I went to a beach party with some friends from school. We were playing volleyball, swimming, dancing, and just hanging out. There were a lot of people there. One of my friends approached me and pointed out a cute guy. She told me he was watching me and asked her my name. She said he told her that he thought I was cute.”

“How old was he, Jazmin? Margo asked.

“He was older, I didn’t know for sure. I thought 20 or something, he was nice looking and very well built with no shirt on, he didn’t go to my school, and I didn’t know him. I was playing volleyball, and the ball went out of bounds. I ran to get it, and he had picked it up. When I went to get it, he said, Hello Jazmin ... I said hi and ran back to play. I kept noticing him standing near and watching the game and smiling at me when I made eye contact with him,” Jazmin said.

“Were you wearing that pink bikini? I saw pictures on your Facebook of you at the beach. I’d be watching and drooling over your sexy body, too! Your big tits bouncing in it and your sweet ass cheeks on full display, you girls make it impossible to resist!” I said.

“Yes, I was wearing that one. I was just having fun. It was just a swimsuit...” Jazmin smiled.

Jazmin continued... “ We finished volleyball, and he came over to me. He said hello and that his name was Jeremy. We shook hands. He told me that I looked great playing volleyball and was very good. I just smiled as I looked at him. He was wearing shorts and no shirt. I was feeling good that he wanted to talk to me. He told me that he was visiting for the summer and was just starting college in the fall, which I found out after was a lie. I felt it was ok because I was starting my senior year in high school, and I was going to be eighteen, so I figured he was nineteen or twenty. Again, I was stupid for not asking, but he lied to me anyway.”

“You’re not stupid, Jazmin. You were a young, naive girl.” I said as I hugged her.

“We sat, and he told me stories about him growing up, and I told him some about me. Some songs we liked played, and we danced. He was drinking beer. He asked if I wanted some, and I said no, my mom would kill me if she smelled it on my breath. It started getting dark, and we were sitting by the fire. Then the magic conversation started. Harry Potter ... I was an insane lover of everything about it, and he knew all about it, too. We talked about books, and he couldn’t fake that with me. He got points in my book for that.

“It was dark, and he asked if I wanted to take a dip. I told him yes. He asked if I wanted to go to the other side of the beach, away from the music, so we could sit and talk more after. I thought and paused before agreeing. I told him, not too far. We went, and I could still see the light of the fire and hear the music, but it was quiet enough to talk without yelling.

“I took off my wrap, and he took off his shorts. He had swim shorts like the men wear in the Olympics. He was very muscular and had a nice butt. There wasn’t much light where we were to see detail, but I thought I saw that his dick was very hard. I had a flashback of your dick, Boss. I started to have strange feelings stirring inside. Jeremy tried to keep his front more to the dark to keep me from seeing his erection. I dropped my wrap as he ran to the water, and I ran with the naive thought of swimming fun in the dark ocean water.

“We came from the cool water and went closer to the fire to grab his blanket. I got a good look at his dick to make sure. His dick was not hard. At the time, I didn’t know that the cool water would make his erection go down. He quickly got the blanket, and we went back to the spot. I put my wrap on, but he didn’t wear his shorts. We sat on the blanket and could only see shadowy images of each other. He quickly went into the hot topic of Harry Potter. We sat close and, at some point, lay down and had a deep discussion. He had my mind occupied.

“He stopped talking and was just looking at me. He told me that I was a very pretty girl. He leaned over to me and gently kissed me on my lips. He asked if I had a boyfriend. I told him no. He leaned in again, and this time I could feel his tongue. I opened my mouth slightly, and he put his tongue inside. I could feel his left hand touch my right breast. He gently squeezed, and my kissing passion increased. We were moaning, and I remember his hand leaving my breast. I could see the shadow of him doing something near his waist. He rolled on top of me, and he was kissing me very hard. He spread my legs apart slightly. I couldn’t talk because he would stop kissing me. I did make the sound (uh, uh)

“I felt him getting a little rough. I don’t know how it happened but I felt my panties moved to the side and a sharp pain inside my pussy. He took his legs and spread mine apart more. He stopped kissing me and said, “I got you now, I got you!” “I told him to wait and told him I had never done this before and to please go slow.”

“He told me don’t fucking worry about it and that he’s done it plenty times before and he had a rubber on. I told him it was hurting, and he was getting rougher. He was driving his dick into me fast and hard. He didn’t talk, he just made sounds (hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, ) Each time he went into me. It hurt so bad, I started crying.”

“After about twenty minutes he whispered in my ear, Here it comes! (Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) Oh yeah! Oh yeah, little girl! I got you, I fucking got you! Muthafuck!” Jeremy growled.