by Kizzie Hayes
Travis remembered it because at the end of the night he had it all over his face.
“Hi,” Jasmine said. She pointed straight at him. “I need to see you.”
Travis pointed at himself, dumbly. Jasmine walked into their tangle of cubicles and grabbed Travis’s hand, pulling him up.
“Come on,” she said.
Travis had no choice but to follow her.
She took him into the bathroom. Not the men’s restroom, the women’s. He didn’t have a choice. She yanked him into the room and shut the door.
Jasmine was surprisingly strong.
As soon as they got in there, Travis knew why she liked to use their bathroom. The place was immaculate, spotless. It literally looked like it had never been used. The counter tops sparkled. The tile on the floor was practically see-through. The mirrors had the clearest reflection he had ever seen.
And there was a big comfy couch.
Jasmine threw him on it. Travis hit the cushions with a thump. He wasn’t used to being manhandled like this. He gasped when Jasmine jumped on top of him. Her weight came down on him full-force and he gave an unmanly “oooof!” into the quiet room.
“Shut up,” Jasmine said. She kissed him. It was hard, aggressive, like before. But this time, there was no need for Travis to hesitate.
He kissed her back.
Everything he felt last night came flooding back to the surface. Travis kissed Jasmine deeply. This time, he took over. His mouth covered hers, his lips moved over hers, setting the pace as he tilted his head to the side to slide his tongue further over hers. He could taste her everywhere. He grunted against her lips.
Her body trembled with need.
Travis continue to kiss her, his mouth jutting against hers, hard licks towards the back of her throat. He had never felt so turned on before, this hot. His arms were around her, pulling her in close so he could kiss her deeper. Their mouths were never separated for more than a fraction of a second to take a quick breath as they continued their frantic make-out session.
Travis never thought he would be doing something like this at work. But at the moment, he didn’t care. His manhood was hard inside of his pants and all he could think about was relieving the pressure. Jasmine’s lips worked against his and at the same time her hand slid down the length of his body to find his bulge. She gave him a squeeze and he groaned, deep in the back of his throat.
He couldn’t breathe from so much kissing and because he was so hot. Finally, he pulled away from Jasmine and took a gasping breath. She looked just as breathless, her chest heaving as her breasts pressed up against the front of her suit jacket. Jasmine took off the jacket first. She was wearing a sleeveless silk shirt and he could see her bare arms, but even better than that he could make out the outline of her breasts through the thin material.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
“Get out of that,” she growled. Travis chucked his hoodie over to the side. He didn’t feel self-conscious, being topless like that. He didn’t have time because Jasmine attacked him again.
Her lips on his. He didn’t know where her kiss ended and his kiss started. It was like their tongues were doing a dance of their own. Her hands were all over him, up and down his sides, over his chest. He groped her breasts through her shirt. They felt so good through the soft fabric. He loved the way her nipples brushed against the palms of his hand.
Then her hands were on his pants. She unzipped the fly of his jeans and yanked them down over his hips, tugging them off his skinny, pale legs. He groaned when he felt her mouth on his underwear, kissing him all over. He was so hard that he hurt but it felt so good the way that her cool lips were soothing his overheated skin. He gripped the edge of the couch and just groaned.
He didn’t know what was coming next.
Jasmine pulled away all of a sudden, sitting up so she was straddling his legs. Then she whipped off her shirt, so she was sitting there with her breasts in full view. He couldn’t help but stare. They were beautiful, a rich, buttery brown that looked smooth enough just to lick.
So he did.
Jasmine gasped when Travis leaned into her, using his tongue over her breasts. He kissed her there, lapping her up like some chocolate ice cream. She tasted even sweeter. His hands were around her small waist and squeezing her. He loved the way Jasmine was groaning and moaning with every stroke of his tongue.
Until she slapped his face.
Travis pulled away and stared up at her. But Jasmine was smiling. Travis smiled back, his underwear feeling even tighter.
He didn’t realize how much he liked it when a woman took control.
“Lay back,” Jasmine said.
While he did so, Jasmine took off her pants. She wasn’t wearing underwear either.
Jasmine had the condom as well. Travis watched her as she pulled down his underwear. She examined his manhood with a smile on her face. Then she opened the condom wrapper with her teeth.
Travis had to put his fist in his mouth to keep himself from crying out as she expertly applied the condom.
With her mouth.
When Travis opened his eyes to look at her again, his whole body was shaking. He was flush with need. She grinned at him, naked, beautiful and perfect. She settled herself over his hips. Then she grabbed him and lowered herself down on top of him slowly.
It felt so good being inside of her. When they started, everything had been so frantic and needy. Now things were slower and he could really look into her eyes. They were a different kind of brown, clear with gold flecks around the outside. He’d never seen a pair of eyes like that.
He’d never known anyone like Jasmine before.
She rocked herself back and forth on top of him. She moved her body up and down. He liked the way she set the tempo and he met her rhythm, moving his hips with hers. Their bodies fit together easily. It was unlike anything Travis had experienced before. It had never just clicked like this. His heart was thudding with pleasure. Jasmine leaned down and grabbed his shoulders. She looked him straight in the eyes. He watched her body moved up and down. The bathroom was full of the sound of their pants, grunts, groans, moans, and their skin moving together.
Each thrust brought Travis closer.
He bit his lip, trying hard to last as long as he could. But it was hard because this was so new. It was filling him with a sense of pleasure he had never experienced before. His body wanted to let go. It wanted to celebrate. And then he saw the look in Jasmine’s eyes.
“Yes,” she said. One simple word.
Travis closed his eyes and he felt his body jerk. Everything came to a climax all at once. His hips shook and Jasmine’s body was trembling above his. He cried out as he came and he could feel Jasmine tightening around him. Just before he knew it was about to happen for her, he pulled her down, sealing her lips with a kiss.
It wasn’t like the kiss before, heated and frantic, full of lust and need. This was a different kiss. This was a kiss that Travis really wanted her to feel.
Then he let her go and tipped his head back, letting out a deep groan as he came.
*****
Jasmine looked up as the door opened.
“Get out of here!” she yelled over her shoulder.
The woman stood in the doorway, stunned for a moment. Then she stepped backwards out of the bathroom and let the door slam shut. Jasmine rolled her eyes, looking down at Travis.
“Sorry about that,” she said. She kissed him on the mouth. She really liked kissing him. That was pretty surprising.
Travis looked shell-shocked.
“Hey,” Jasmine said. “Don’t let that ruin what we just did. I mean we both came, right?”
She kissed his neck. She could get used to that. He was so kissable.
And he was really good.
Jasmine wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting when she pulled him into the bathroom. Not that. She didn’t expect him to be so good. She thought he would be more like a shy virgin and she could get some kicks out of scaring him.
But he went at it with her. He matched her, kiss for kiss, grope for grope.
So she decided to go all the way.
It was certainly a last-minute decision, but nothing something she regretted. The sex had been really, really good. Travis was hot, in his own nerd way. Plus, he was definitely packing. And he knew what he was doing.
She was still surprised about that.
“Don’t think I didn’t forget about that date,” Jasmine told him as she stood up to get dressed. “You still owe me that. This doesn’t count.”
“Of course,” Travis said. He still seemed sort of dazed. Maybe it was an out of body experience for him. It didn’t matter. She hoped they could do it again.
“So what do you think? This Saturday night?”
She looked at Travis as she pulled her shirt back on. He seemed to really enjoy her breasts. He was going at them. The thought made her cheeks heat up. She liked that feeling. She smiled to herself as she slowly lowered her shirt over her chest.
“Oh I don’t know,” Travis said. Jasmine froze.
Maybe now that she’d had sex with him, he didn’t want to go on the date anymore.
Not that Jasmine would mind. Her life wasn’t about dates. It was just that, for some silly reason, she’d been looking forward to it.
She didn’t know what that meant.
“I think I should surprise you,” Travis said. “Like you surprised me. Let me plan it. And I’ll tell you where to be. And when.”
Jasmine’s mouth twitched up into a small smirk. She liked that about him. These small bursts of braveness. That's what she could see in him from the beginning. When she looked over to his workstation, he was the only one out of all those other IT guys to ever look back.
“So you’re going to plan it?” Jasmine said. “And it’s going to be a surprise? What if I’m not good with surprises?”
Travis gave her a smile of his own. She watched him, unashamed, as he pulled his boxers on again. He seemed impressed that she was staring, even if his cheeks were adorably flushed.
“I have a feeling that you’ll be okay,” Travis said.
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This was the first time that Jasmine had felt nervous in a long time.
She went through all the possible emotions she could be feeling. Her stomach was jumpy, tied up in knots. Her hands felt a little bit numb. She couldn’t stop pacing.
At first, she thought she might be hungry. Then she thought, maybe she was sleepy. Maybe she was angry. She tried punching a pillow but that didn’t help alleviate anything.
No, she must be nervous.
But it was just Travis, that nerd from the office. How could she be nervous about anything he had to do with? He probably wasn’t even going to show up. Real men couldn’t handle her. What made her think that Travis could?
But for some reason… she really did think that.
So yes, she was nervous. And now it was after eight on Saturday night and Travis still hadn’t texted her. He told her that he would say where to go. Her palms were sweaty. Yes, definitely nervous. Where was he? Could she get stood up for a date that wasn’t specifically planned?
Jasmine hated herself for thinking like this. This was why she never went on any dates.
Jasmine jumped when her phone buzzed. She checked the messages. For once, it wasn’t just an alert from her bank.
Meet me at the Veranda in an hour - T
She wanted to scream at him. Actually, she just wanted to scream. It would help all of these nerves. What was wrong with her? Jasmine was the first person to call herself a bad girl. She didn’t take anyone’s shit. She did what she wanted. So why was this nerdy guy making her feel like she could hide under her bed?
Jasmine looked at herself in the mirror. Today she was wearing a big, bushy Afro wig and it looked good with the jumpsuit she was wearing. The jumpsuit was tight and sexy, showing off her long legs. The air outside was warm but not too balmy. It was the perfect night to go to the Veranda.
Travis better have something good planned.
Jasmine didn’t turn up on time, of course. She got there about a half hour after he told her to meet. She expected to see him out there just waiting but she didn’t. Maybe he got tired of waiting because she was late. But she had to be late, there was no way she could have been on time so Jasmine wasn’t going to feel guilty about that. Maybe she had been stood up after all. After standing around for a couple of minutes, her hands started to sweat. It was very unattractive. Jasmine made a face and wiped her hands on her jumpsuit.
Then Travis walked out of the darkness.
Jasmine couldn’t help but smile. Cheesy, but there he was, carrying a bouquet of flowers. He walked over to her wearing good looking jeans, a stylish t-shirt and a leather jacket. He’d gotten a haircut and his hair was a bit shorter and more styled than the last time she saw him.
She felt like she had made him a man.
“A wise person once told me,” Travis said, holding onto the bouquet and standing in front of her. “That a cool person is at least a half an hour late to the party. Am I cool yet?”
Jasmine burst out laughing. She couldn’t remember the last time someone made her laugh.
Travis presented her with the bouquet. Jasmine laughed again when she saw that the flowers weren't real. They were all made of chocolate.
“Damn, boy,” she said, looking up at him. “You know the way to my heart.”
“Do I?” Travis asked. He offered her his arm. “Come on. I want to go exploring with you.”
“And you’re not scared I’ll push you into that water?” Jasmine asked. She gestured towards the water that surrounded them. Travis shook his head.
“I have a lot of faith in you,” He said.
Jasmine looked at him, closely. She could tell that he meant it.
And for some reason, that kicked her heart into overdrive. She had to pause for a moment and take a deep breath or else she was scared that her heart would burst right out of her chest.
“Okay,” she said, for once just meaning what she said, no double meaning at all. She just meant okay.
She took his arm.
*****
Travis was nervous until the moment he saw her.
There was something about Jasmine. She brought out another side he’d never known about before. Travis thought of himself as this meek nobody, just working in IT and trying to get by. But with Jasmine, he could see so much more.
With Jasmine, he wanted to be someone different. But not too different from what he already was. He wanted to be someone better.
Yes, he thought that he did like her.
The sex had been amazing but he was just as excited about this date. He’d never taken anyone to the Veranda before. That was what they called their waterfront. You could walk along the pier and visit the shops and the night market. There were cafes and sometimes even street performers. It was just a nice place to hang out, and here he was with Jasmine.
They were strolling hand in hand.
Of course, Travis thought he might try to find something dangerous for them to do. But in the end, he decided to be more traditional. After all, that was more him. He didn’t want to change everything about himself just to please one person.
Travis looked over at Jasmine as they strolled. She seemed to be smiling.
“So tell me about yourself,” Travis said.
“Oh you know me,” Jasmine said. “I’m a badass bitch. I’m from Atlanta.”
Travis wrinkled his nose and shook his head. Jasmine stopped them in their tracks.
“Wait,” She said. “What was that look about? You don’t think I’m who I said I was?”
“No,” Travis said. “I just think that there’s more to you than that. I mean… you did organize an awesome party for the whole office.”
Jasmine paused for a moment. She seemed to be working her jaw and thinking. Then she started moving again.
“Come here,” she said. Travis followed her, puzzled, as she led him inside one o
f the stores.
A lot of the stores at the Veranda sold fancy, hand-crafted goods. This store was no different. It was a new age jewelry store with a lot of crystals.
“Hi,” Jasmine said, going up to the front. She pressed herself against the counter. The man behind the counter took notice. “Can you show me some of those bracelets that are supposed to help with pain?”
The man had a stash under the counter. He pulled the box up and started leafing through them with Jasmine. Travis watched her flirt and talk with the sales guy… at the same time, she pulled a bracelet off the rack right beside her. Then, right under the man’s nose, she pocketed the bracelet.
All the while, she was smiling and talking.
Travis wondered if he should say something. Was this some sort of test? But he didn’t interfere. He just stood there until she was done. Then Jasmine thanked him for showing her the bracelets.
They left.
Jasmine showed him the bracelet once they had walked away from the store as if he hadn’t noticed. The crystals glittered in the palm of her hand. It didn’t look that expensive but that didn’t mean she should have taken it.
“Still think that I have some secret past? Some buried deep down good side?” Jasmine said. “I am who I am.”
Travis shook his head. “No,” he said. Jasmine’s mouth dropped open. So he tried again. “No. I don’t believe it. I don’t believe that’s all you are.”
Jasmine slipped the bracelet on her wrist. She seemed to be thinking. She led him over to a bench and sat down. Travis sat down next to her. He didn’t say anything. He just waited.
Finally, Jasmine took a deep breath with a sigh. He looked down at her. She was still beautiful, but it was in a different way, under the moonlight, for some reason, she looked a little smaller, a little softer. Travis reached out and took her hand. He pressed his palm to hers. He laced his fingers between her own and gave her hand a squeeze.