Chapter 5

I was extremely nervous all the next day, knowing the meeting with Jasmin’s parents was looming that evening. I arrived at her house about six thirty that evening and slowly walked to the front door. I rang the bell and waited, her Father opening the door and stepping out.

“Hello Mr. Thomas, I’m Brian Stevens, I am here to see Jasmin.” I said nervously.

“I know who you are son. I have watched you play for the last three years, Jasmine’s a cheerleader so her Mother and I never miss a game.” he responded, “Please come in.”

I stepped into his home, he closed the door behind me and ushered me into the family room where his wife was sitting reading a book. I could see where Jasmin’s good looks came from, her Mother was a very attractive woman.

“Honey, you know Brian, he is here to see Jasmin.” he told his wife.

Jasmin’s mother laid her book down, stood up and extended her hand to me.

“Hello Brian. We have never formally met but I have watched you play many times. It’s so nice to finally meet you. And I must say you are a lot bigger up close and personal than you appear to be from the stadium seats.” she stated, greeting me warmly.

“Thank you mam, it’s very nice to meet you as well.” I replied.

They asked me to have a seat, Ms. Thomas stepping out of the room to let Jasmin know I was here to pick her up. I squirmed nervously on the sofa, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

“So when you have to report to school Brian? You must be excited about the upcoming season and all.” Mr. Thomas asked.

“I’m not sure sir, I am supposed to get everything in the mail soon. I do know I will not play next year, they are going to red shirt me.” I answered.

“That’s common Brian, don’t let it bother you. It will give you time to acclimate to college life before throwing you to the wolves, so to speak.” he went on to tell me.

“That’s basically what they told me too sir.” I answered.

“Brian, as much as this is not a problem for Jasmin’s Mother and I, you must be aware that there are people in this town that will have a problem with you and Jasmin dating. It’s easy to say you’re not racist, much harder to live it.” he said calmly.

“I thought of that Mr. Thomas, we both did. But it’s really just going to be for a very short time. I go to school soon and if I have learned one thing this year, current gossip becomes old gossip very quickly sir.” I answered.

“Yes, that’s true. Jasmin somewhat told me about how Courtney was treating you. I must say, it’s refreshing to hear of a young person standing their ground refusing to cave in to peer pressure. Frankly, I am shocked at Courtney’s behavior, she has been here many times.” he ended.

“Courtney’s a very nice girl Mr. Thomas, I think she is just with some people who like to party a little too much.” I finished.

By that time Jasmin had made her way into the room with her mother, both of them catching the last bits of the conversation. I looked up at Jasmin standing next to her mother, she looked extremely attractive. She had on a pair of very tight jeans, with a tight knit top. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, she had just a little makeup on, this was a look I had never seen before.

“You ready to go?” she asked with a smile.

“Sure am.” I answered, getting up from the sofa.

I turned to Jasmin’s Dad and extended my hand making sure he knew I respected him.

“It was very nice to meet you sir, thank you. I will have her home early.” I promised.

“We are not worried Brian, we have heard nothing but good things about you son.” he said, shaking my hand.

I have to admit that Mr. Thomas’ statements proved very true as I knew they would. However I did not expect to see it so quickly. We had no sooner arrived at the local theatre, we were in line to get tickets when I noticed several older people eyeing us up. You could see by the look on their face they did not approve of Jasmin and I being together. I’m not sure if Jasmin noticed, I tried to make small talk to keep her preoccupied. I purchased the tickets, we got two Cokes and a large popcorn from the concession stand and entered the theatre. We were walking up the ramp towards the back rows then I saw Kelly and her boyfriend sitting on the end of the aisle, right in front of us. I could tell from the look on Kelly’s face, she was stunned to see us together. They said hello as we passed them and headed up to the back row. We found two seats in the middle and sat down, it was not very crowded. Jasmin leaned over to me and whispered in my ear.

“I’m really sorry Brian, I am guessing before the end of the night, Courtney will know we were together.” she said softly.

“It’s ok Jasmin. She dumped me remember?” I answered.

That seemed to reassure her somewhat, she leaned back in her seat. The movie was pretty good, we both enjoyed it. It was about nine thirty when the movie let out, we decided to grab a burger and fries before going home. We got to the diner about ten, it was packed. It seemed like half the school was inside, there was a line waiting for a table. We got in line, it took about thirty minutes to be seated. By the time we were shown to our booth, I’m sure we would be the talk of the school on Monday. Everyone kept looking at us, you could tell they were all wondering what the hell was going on.

I could tell Jasmin had noticed, she seemed somewhat uncomfortable as she nervously scanned the crowd. I reached over and touched her hand softly causing her to turn to me.

“Jasmin, ignore it, it’s their problem not ours. Don’t let other people ruin the evening, just have fun.” I urged.

She did just that. For close to two hours we sat and talked, laughed and generally cut up, having a good time. We left the diner just after eleven to head back to her house. We arrived there about eleven thirty, I pulled into her drive way.

“Thanks Brian, I had a good time tonight. You really make me feel comfortable, like you don’t expect anything from me.” she told me.

“I had a good time too Jasmin.” I replied.

“Look, call me Jazzy, everyone else does.” she asked.

“Ok, I will.” I responded, opening my door.

I walked around my truck, opening the door for Jasmin, letting her out. I walked her to the front door, where she paused to fish her keys from her pocket. With keys in hand she turned to me and stepped close, putting her arms around my waist and stepping up on her toes. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers softly. For close to a minute, we kissed softly, slowly with no urgency. Without a doubt Jasmin was the absolute best kisser I had ever experienced. Her lips were thick and moist, she ever so briefly teased me with her tongue. By the time she pulled away from me, my heart was racing. She once again wished me goodnight as she stepped inside of her house.

I could tell by the time the bell rang for homeroom Monday morning, everybody who was anybody had already heard about Jasmin and I being out on Saturday night. As I sat down in homeroom I could feel the eyes on me, actually it was kind of funny. I had my next class with both Jasmin and Courtney, I figured it would be interesting to say the least. I was one of the first to arrive, so I sat down and began to get organized for the class. Within a few moments class had filled up, our teacher arrived settling everyone down. As I glanced towards the opposite side of the room I caught Courtney staring at me. She had a blank look on her face, so it was difficult to judge what she had on her mind. Soon we were headed for our lunch period, all of the seniors ate at the same time. I was late getting to the cafeteria, so everyone was pretty much served and seated by the time I got in line. I paid for my lunch and as I turned to scan the room for a seat, I saw Jasmin waved at me, motioning me to join her. I moved quickly across the room and sat down directly across from her. It seemed the entire cafeteria was intently focusing on us and what we were doing. I happen to notice one of our teachers, Mr. Higgins, watching us as well. I went back to my conversation with Jasmin and thought nothing of it. Later that day upon arriving in Mr. Higgins’ physics class, he pulled me on the side away from the rest of the class.

“Brian, do you really think it’s a good idea for you to be seeing Jasmin Thomas in a social setting?” he asked, very quietly.

“We are just friends Mr. Higgins, it’s no big deal.” I answered.

“It’s a big deal to a lot of people Brian. I wouldn’t want to see you ruin your record here when you’re this close to graduating.” he warned.

“How could I ruin my record by dating Jasmin? Are you serious Mr. Higgins?” I shot back in a no nonsense tone.

“Ok, Ok Brian, I was just trying to be helpful.” he answered, walking back to his desk.

It really surprised me that one of our own teachers could have such a narrow minded view of things. But then again, I had learned that a lot of people pretend to be something they are not in public, but deep down they are completely the opposite. By the time school let out on Friday, the prom was just about the only thing everyone was talking about. It would be held next Saturday night in the next town over at a large hotel, they had a huge ballroom. There was nothing in our town big enough, unless you wanted to use the gym, which was the old stand by. Everyone had agreed to use the hotel, even though it would be more expensive.

Jasmin and I decided to drive into the other town early Friday evening just to get an idea where everything was and to look around. We had dinner at a local restaurant, then drove around the town for a while. About eight thirty we headed back home, both of us finalizing our plans for the big event. We were only a few minutes from town when Jasmin spoke up quietly, her voice cracking.

“Hey ... We are almost at the lake ... You want to ... Um, stop and talk ... or something.” she stammered.

I looked over at her, she was looking down into her lap, wringing her hands out as she spoke. I could sense she was somewhat embarrassed to have brought up the subject. I reached over and took her hand in mine.

“Jazzy, you don’t have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. I am fine with things the way they are, really.” I replied.

“No, I know that Brian. I mean I really want to spend some time alone, if that’s ok with you.” she responded.

“Sure, but we can leave anytime you want to, just say the word.” I promised her.

The area by the lake was off the main highway into town. You had to take a small dirt road about a mile back into a wooded area that opened on the water’s edge. It had long been the local make out spot for the entire school, although I had never really been there myself. I made my way slowly down the road and we soon arrived at the lake. There was only one car there, it was parked on the other side of the water, several hundred yards away, so we had complete privacy. I parked the truck and turned off the lights, reached down and pushed the bench seat as far back as it could go. For close to twenty minutes we just talked about the upcoming prom and what our plans were. Then came the awkward silence that this type of situation brings when two people do not know each other well. Finally Jasmin broke the silence.

“Brian, if you’re uncomfortable being here with me, we can go.” she offered.

“Why would I be uncomfortable with you Jazzy? Don’t be silly.” I answered.

She leaned over towards me taking my arm and pulling me towards her slightly. I moved over on the seat until I was right next to her, my arm around her shoulders. She tilted her head up towards me, giving me the impression she wanted to be kissed. I leaned down and placed my lips softly on hers as I pulled her close to me with my arm. As I stated before, Jasmin was an unbelievable kisser, within minutes she had my blood boiling. She would tease me with her tongue, never really giving me full access, just brief touches, leaving me wanting so much more.

As we continued to kiss passionately, I felt Jasmin’s hand on the inside of my thigh, her touch extremely light, as if she were not sure of what to do. I let my left hand slide down to her waist, my finger’s stroking her side just above the waist line of her jeans. I could feel Jasmin’s body moving under me, I was not the only one feeling this way. I was so worked up I hadn’t even noticed that Jasmin’s hand had somehow worked it’s way up my leg, I felt what had to be the tips of her fingers running up and down the zipper of my jeans. First her touch was extremely light, almost unnoticeable. Slowly though, I could feel her fingers pressing in a firmer, less delicate manner. I slid my left hand down her side to the front of her jeans, where I softly rubbed her through the thick denim fabric. We finally separated our lips from one another, both of us needing to come up for air. Jasmin laid her head on my shoulder, whispering softly into my ear.

“That feels so good, please don’t stop.” she moaned softly.

With her soft whispered encouragement, I eased my hand up from between her legs to the top button of her jeans. Sensing no protest, I quickly unbuttoned them, sliding the zipper down as far as it would go. Once again she leaned up to me and pressed her lips to mine in a soft, moist kiss. I moved my hand back up to the waistband of her panties, easing my fingers inside the sheer, silky material. I felt her inhale deeply allowing my hand to slide deep into her panties, her stomach contracting with her breath. My fingers moved through a small patch of silky smooth hair, coming to rest between two full, very wet folds. She let out a soft moan, the sound resonating into my hungry mouth. Using one finger, I began to trace her opening in a very slow, up and down motion. She once again pulled her lips from mine, burying her face into my shoulder, moaning softly. I continued to move my finger up and down her soaked pussy, pausing for a moment on the up movement to stroke her clit.

“Brian, I was doing this to myself the other night, thinking about you.” she whimpered in my ear.

I jumped back quickly, startled by her revelation and honesty. She looked at me with those big brown eyes.

“You were? Really?” I answered.

“Oh, maybe I should not have told you that.” she stuttered, putting her hands over her face.

“No, no Jazzy. I am glad you did. I ... well, I always ... kinda ... wanted to see a girl do that. I think it’s very hot.” I stammered.

“You do?” she whispered hoarsely, her eyes locked into mine.

“Uh huh”, was all I could muster.

“You want to watch me now?” she asked in a deep breath.

“Oh yea.” I replied quickly.

With no further coaxing, the dark skinned Jasmin slid back on the seat, increasing the distance between us. She lifted herself off of the seat slightly and pulled her jeans down to just above her knees. She was wearing a pair of jade green panties that were cut high in the legs, the waistband was trimmed in lace. She slowly slid her right hand inside of her panties, until her fingers were between the two thick folds of her pussy. She looked back up at me, her eyes filled with passion, her inhibitions tossed aside.

“You like this?” she asked, as I watched her hand move inside her panties.

“Oh yea.” I answered.

With that said, she reached over and pulled her panties to one side, exposing for the first time, her gorgeous pussy, Her lips were full, meaty and almost dark brown in color. The contrast of her soft, light pink insides were stunning. I could see her juices covering her dark skinned thighs, her fingers easing inside her opening. By now my cock was aching, straining against the fabric of my jeans. She moved her fingers up to her clit and began to stroke herself in a manner that suggested she had done this many, many times before. In less than a commanded, motioning to my crotch with her eyes.

“You want me to ... um...” I asked, embarrassed.

“Yea, I want to see you jerk off, just for me.” she interrupted.

I took a deep breath, looked her dead in the eyes and I knew she was serious. I slowly reached down and began to unbuckle my belt. Her eyes traveled down to my hand, her finger increasing it’s tempo between her legs. I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them giving my throbbing cock some relief. I lifted myself up slightly and slid my jeans down my thighs, then settled back down reaching inside my shorts. Her eyes were locked on my hand as I pulled my cock out for the first time. I saw a smile cross her face, as her eyes moved up to mine. I began to slowly stroke myself up and down, my fingers wrapped around my swollen cock.

“Now that’s better isn’t it?” she asked in a deep husky voice.

I just nodded as I continued to stroke myself all the while watching her finger rubbing herself in a methodical manner. I could feel my balls tightening up, I knew that I was not going to be able to last a long time at this pace. I slowed my stroking down, trying to enjoy the moment, hoping to make it last.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, smiling.

“I don’t want to get off too quick.” I responded.

“I want you to cum with me, at the same time.” she asked.

“Ok, I will try.” I replied.

She resumed a quick, almost frantic pace, her hips bucking against her hand, her tongue licking her lips. I resumed my pace as well, my hand gripping my cock tightly just under the head. I looked into Jasmin’s face and I sensed she was very, very close. She quickly nodded to me several times, then looked down at her hand which was now flying across her pussy. I began to relentlessly pump my cock, I knew she was ready. Suddenly she arched her back, her head flung back, her mouth open, her body shaking.

“Nowwwwwwwwwwwww, nowwwwwwwwwwww.” she cried out.

That was all it took. I looked back at her and her eyes were glued to my cock as her body was shaking and convulsing, riding wave after wave of pleasure. I felt the first stream of semen leap from my cock and shoot into the air. Several more ropes blasted from the end of my cock, spraying the interior of the truck. The sight of my thick, white cum sent her reeling into a second, quick powerful orgasm, unintelligible sounds coming from her throat. I continued to pump my cock, the remaining semen flowing over my hand and on to my thighs. I leaned back against the seat my mind reeling from my explosive orgasm, trying to catch my breath. I felt Jasmin’s hand on my cock, moving mine away, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. She began to slowly stroke me, milking the last few drops of cum that were remaining in my shaft. She leaned over and kissed me gently, her tongue parting my lips and probing my mouth. She continued to kiss me deeply as she pumped my cock in steady rhythm, her hand gripping me with just the right pressure. She pulled away from my lips, her eyes once again locked on mine.

“You ok?” she giggled.

“Yes, I am just fine.” I replied.

An hour later we were parked in Jasmin’s driveway, her head on my shoulder as I held her close to me. We talked about the upcoming prom and next week’s festivities. I walked her to the door and kissed her goodnight, watching her go in and lock the door behind her.

I was still in bed the next morning when my cell phone rang on the nightstand. I reached over and answered it still half asleep.

“Hey you, what are you doing?” Jasmin asked.

“Sleeping.” I answered.

“Get your lazy butt out of bed Mister. Come over and see me.” she laughed.

“Ok, in a while, let me take a shower and eat.” I answered.

I met up with Jasmin a few hours later and we spent most of the day together just hanging out. Jasmin was easy to be with, she was very down to earth, nothing superficial about her at all. She was incredible sexy, that was evident the night before in my truck when she masturbated in front of me. She was very self confident and independent, I really liked being with her, I just had to be very cautious due to the fact I would be leaving town in a few months. I did not want to lead Jasmin on, then have to be the bad guy and leave her hanging. We decided to go out again that night, just to the diner and have a bite to eat. While we were sitting there, I decided to bring the subject up.

“Jazzy, you know I will be leaving town in a few months, right?” I asked.

“Yep, everyone does. Why?” she answered.

“I just want you to know that I think you’re really great, but I don’t expect anything from you while I am gone.” I stated, “I will probably not be home much the first year or two, at least that’s what they tell me.”

“I know silly, don’t worry about, we are having a good time now, that’s all that matters.” she whispered, squeezing my hand tightly.

Jasmin already had a job lined up at the local bank, she would be going to school at night. She wanted to pursue a career in banking as her mother had. She started her new job in August, she had already tested and been accepted in the training program. I would be leaving around the middle of August myself.

Our last day of school was the following Wednesday, there was an informal party in the gym for the seniors and the teachers, kind of a farewell thing. The prom on Saturday night was the hottest topic, everyone had made plans, anticipation was very high. While I was standing there talking to Devon about football, Courtney walked up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I could tell by Devon’s reaction, it was bad news. I turned to see my ex-girlfriend standing there, a blank look on her face.

“So, I hear you’re going to the prom after all. And with a good friend of mine. Nice move.” she snapped.

“Court, I don’t want to fight or argue. Really I don’t.” I said in a low tone.

“You deliberately asked a friend of mine to try and get back at me, didn’t you?” she demanded.

“No Court, I didn’t. If fact, I never planned on going to be honest with you. Jasmin asked me, if you have to know. But why does it matter to you anyway?” I inquired.

“It really doesn’t, I hope you have a good time.” she huffed.

“I hope you have a great time too, Court. I really do, I have no hard feelings toward you at all.” I stated.

I could see instantly that my words had caught her off guard, I could see her swallow hard, her eye’s tearing up a bit. She hesitated for a second, then turned and walked away just as suddenly as she had appeared.

The rest of the week was filled with last minute errands getting ready for the big night. As I came out of my room and entered the kitchen, Ashley saw me in a tuxedo for the first time.

“Oh Brian, you look so handsome. Come here let me look at you.” she said excitedly.

She pulled and pinched my clothing, until she had everything just as she wanted it. For a second we were standing extremely close, I could feel her breathe on my face. She smelled so good, I felt my stomach roll over once, it was extremely awkward. I think she might have sensed it as well because she quickly stepped back away from me, her hand running through her hair.

“You look great ... I hope you have a great time, just please be careful.” she warned.

“I will Ashley, you know me.” I answered.

I arrived at Jasmin’s house about six o’clock, rang the bell and was greeted by her Mother.

“Why Brian, you look absolutely wonderful, please come in.” she said.

“Thank you Mrs. Thomas, I feel very uncomfortable though.” I answered.