Cougars

by Earl Sewell

  “Just about,” Jasmine said, walking over to a nearby closet and grabbed a light jacket. “Let’s go.”

  “I’m so tired of being upset over LeMar. Tonight I just want to go out, have myself a few drinks, dance with some young men and just do whatever,” Lauren explained as she opened her car door.

  Once they got situated inside, Jasmine said, “Girl, I don’t know what is going on with Travis and me. He acts so hot and cold. One minute he behaves as if he wants to be with me, then the next he’s as cold as the Antarctic. I’m the type of woman who has a high sex drive and I need the dick on a regular basis. I can’t deal with him just wanting to keep shit casual. I got things a little twisted by suggesting that we get a little more serious. But I couldn’t help it. I swear his dick is so damn good that I had a damn out-of-body experience fucking him. That’s the type of lovemaking that can screw a woman’s head up.”

  “What do you mean you had an ‘out-of-body experience’?”

  “Girl, I’ve done some shit with Travis that I’ve never done with any man. It’s just something about him that I just can’t shake. We had anal sex and I have never in my life wanted to do that. But he was putting it down so excellently and I was so damn hot that I took it. I was sick and my stomach was uneasy for a few days, but after that I was cool,” Jasmine said.

  “Girl, I just can’t do that anal thing. More power to you on that tip. Would you do that again, or was that one of those one-time-only deals?” Lauren asked.

  “I’d let him do it again, but he’d have to be more gentle.”

  “Well, let me just say this and then I’m going to leave the shit alone. I get a funny vibe when I’m around Travis. I don’t know what it is, but something about him just doesn’t sit right with me.” Lauren stated what was on her mind.

  “I’ll admit he can be a little arrogant, but overall he’s an okay guy. Of course from my perspective, his best asset is his dick. For some reason, his shit is like gold to me.” Jasmine laughed.

  “What has he been up to?”

  “Actually, it’s funny you should mention that. He’s been assigned to work with another team. Some other special project the president of the company put him on because he complained about having his research interrupted. He works on a different floor, so I don’t see him as much at work. I’ve been poking his ass every day on Facebook though.” Jasmine laughed and then continued talking. “As pathetic as this may sound, I still want to fuck him. We haven’t spent any intimate time together in weeks. And like you, I have my needs. Ever since we did the anal thing, I have been craving dick. I mean I’ve really been hot. It’s like my sexual desire has kicked into overdrive. My vibrator has been getting a serious workout.” Jasmine chuckled.

  “Oh Lord, Jasmine, that was really too much information.”

  “Whatever, but I do know this, I’m not going to keep calling him to ask for some of his precious time because Jasmine Sallie does not sit around waiting on some man to bring the beef. If I’m forced to go out and hunt down some new dick, I will.”

  “Amen to that,” Lauren said as she turned up the radio. The old school jam “It Takes Two” by Rob Base was playing.

  “Old school for life, baby. When I was in college, this song here was the shit,” Jasmine shouted as she grooved to the music.

  “My favorite college song was ‘Wild Thang’ by Tone Loc. Do you remember how I’d go around just saying that phrase?” Lauren asked.

  “Oh yeah, between that and your obsession with the movie I’m Gonna Git You Sucka, you drove me crazy.” Jasmine laughed.

  “Come on, you’ve got to admit that movie was funny as hell. I still laugh every time I think about the part where the dude went into prison in the seventies and then when he got out it was like a decade later,” Lauren said.

  “Oh yeah and he had the fish swimming in his shoes.” Jasmine started laughing aloud with her sister.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now that was some stupid shit, but it was just too damn funny.”

  “Damn, Lauren, we were in our twenties back then and didn’t have a care in the world. And the sorority parties we went to. God, those were good times. Where does the time go?”

  “Time is never on our side. The more we want it to slow down, the quicker it moves,” Lauren said as they drove down the highway toward their destination.

  WHEN JASMINE AND LAUREN ARRIVED at the club, there was excitement and energy on the streets. The weather had finally warmed up and waves of partygoers were walking in the streets traveling from one club to another. Lauren used the nightclub’s valet service to park her car. When they entered the club there was loud music, flashing lights, and a massive gathering of people dancing to Rick James’ “Super Freak.” Jasmine and Lauren maneuvered their way through the crowd and found a spot at the bar. They ordered themselves something to drink. No sooner than Lauren’s drink arrived did some young man come up to her and ask for a dance.

  “Go on. Have fun,” Jasmine said as she encouraged her sister to enjoy herself.

  “I’m a super freak, I’m super freaky yow!” Lauren said as she made her way to the dance floor.

  As the night continued on, Jasmine and Lauren had danced to many songs and had a particularly grand time dancing to the Casper Slide.

  “Okay, everyone, this is DJ Boogie Child. How y’all feeling tonight?” The DJ interrupted the music to try to get the crowd pumped up.

  “Is anyone celebrating a birthday tonight?” A loud roar arose from the crowd again. DJ Boogie Child decided to have a contest to see which male had the sexiest chest. He stopped the music for a moment and selected volunteers from the crowd.

  “Come on, let’s move closer. I want to see this,” Jasmine said to her sister. They moved closer to the stage so they could see. Four young men stood before them; all of them looked scrumptious to both Jasmine and Lauren.

  “Who do you think is going to win?” Lauren spoke purposely in Jasmine’s ear.

  “I don’t know, we’ll have to wait and see what they’re working with.”

  “Now, I’m going to play some music for each of these guys. As I play the music they’re going to do a striptease, taking off only their shirts.”

  “Let them take it all off,” Lauren yelled out and the crowd agreed with her. All of the young men on the stage laughed with embarrassment. The first guy stepped forward and danced to Justine Timberlake’s “Sexy Back.” He had a strip of hair down the center of his chest, but his pectoral muscles were very well-developed. The next guy danced to a song by Kanye West called “Love Lock- down.” His chest was nicer looking, but he needed to work on his abs. The third guy danced to a song called “Body on Me” by Nelly.

  “Oh, now he has a nice body,” Jasmine said to Lauren as she admired the sensual way he moved.

  The fourth guy danced to “Whatever You Like” by T.I.

  “Yeah, baby, work it!” Lauren screamed out for the fourth guy who actually had mannerisms like the iconic rapper. His chest and shoulders were filled with tattoos and he was very skinny.

  It was clear that the third guy had the sexiest chest. He had smooth chocolate skin, a six-pack, strong shoulders and defined biceps. The third guy won the contest with ease.

  “Okay, what’s your name, man, and how old are you?” asked DJ Boogie Child before placing the microphone in front of the young man’s lips so he could answer.

  “My name’s Paul and I’m twenty-four,” he answered.

  “Now, Paul, I’ve got a can of whipped cream in my hand.” The DJ held it up to show everyone. “I’m going to spray some on your chest and I want you to pick a woman out of the audience that you think will lick it off of you.” The audience exploded with a loud roar.

  “I can choose anybody, right?” asked Paul as he searched the crowd.

  “Yeah, but it has to be someone who you think is freaky enough and bold enough to do it.”

  “Right there. I think she’ll do it.” Paul pointed into the crowd.

  “Who? The one wea
ring the blue top?” asked DJ Boogie Child.

  “Nah, sexy right there with the long hair and green eyes,” Paul said, pointing directly at Jasmine.

  “Oh, shit girl, he’s talking about you?” Lauren laughed and then pushed her forward.

  “Yeah, her,” Paul said.

  “Go on up there, girl, and show him a thing or two.” Lauren laughed out loud.

  “Do I have a sign on my back that says ‘Freak of the Week’ or something?” Jasmine asked.

  “Will you do it?” DJ Boogie Child asked.

  Jasmine looked at Paul who looked like he couldn’t wait for her to agree.

  “Young guys. Always ready to take on something that’s a little too much for them to handle,” Jasmine said aloud as she approached the stage.

  Lauren and the rowdy crowd cheered loudly.

  “What’s your name, baby?” DJ Boogie Child asked.

  “Jasmine.”

  “Okay, Jasmine. I’m going to spray your name on his chest, and I want you to lick it all off before he cums in his pants and before the whipped cream slides all the way down his belly.”

  “I want to lick it off of his stomach,” Jasmine said.

  The crowd cheered. Paul spread his legs, placed his hands behind him and arched his back so that his chest pushed forward. The whipped cream was sprayed on and Jasmine took her time and traced the letters with her tongue. Paul was clearly enjoying the erotic moment because Jasmine noticed that he was trembling with delight. Jasmine, who had gotten hot, had decided to increase the intensity by rotating the palm of her left hand in a circular motion around his crotch. By the time Jasmine got to the letter “M,” Paul’s knees buckled under the titillating pleasure of Jasmine’s tongue. DJ Boogie Child made fun of the young man for not being able to handle it and then gave them both tickets to an upcoming concert.

  Jasmine left the stage laughing and then rejoined her sister at the bar.

  “You are so crazy,” Lauren said, shaking her head.

  “I’m having such a good time. Thanks for getting me out of the house,” Jasmine said.

  “I need to run to the bathroom,” Lauren said.

  “Okay, I’ll come with you.”

  As they made their way toward the restroom, Paul grabbed hold of Jasmine’s hand.

  “Can I talk to you for a minute?” Paul asked, licking his lips.

  “Lauren, I’ll be there in a second.”

  Lauren acknowledged her and then continued on her way. Paul pulled Jasmine over toward a corner of the room. He leaned his shoulder against the wall and looked at Jasmine lustfully.

  “Can I help you, Paul?” Jasmine knew that he was undressing her with his eyes, and she got a kick out of knowing he desired her.

  Paul licked his lips. “Do you think we can hook up?”

  “When?” Jasmine asked.

  “Tonight. I don’t live too far from here.” Paul was moving in for the kill.

  “Paul—”

  “Wait a minute.” Paul shivered a little bit. “I can still feel your tongue on me. I want to experience that again.”

  “We’ve just met and—”

  “Shhhh,” Paul interrupted and then leaned in closer to her ear. “I’ve got some Viagra and I’ve got some Cougars for you. Come on now. I know that I want you and I know you’re just dying to have a little fun.”

  “What is Cougars?” Jasmine had never heard of that.

  “Oh, you haven’t heard?” Paul asked.

  “No, I’m afraid that I haven’t.”

  “Cougars is like…” Paul searched the heavens for an answer. “It’s like a mind-blowing stimulant that just makes sex seem like an out-of-this-world ride.”

  “No thank you, Paul. I think I want to stay in this world,” Jasmine said as she stepped away from him.

  “Hey, don’t knock it until you try it. It’s the best shit out here,” he spoke loudly which caused Jasmine to move away at a quicker pace.

  She went into the bathroom and freshened up. Once she was done, she and Lauren decided to go to another club. They drank some more, danced to a few more songs, and flirted with men. Even at the new club as Jasmine danced with another guy, he mentioned that he had Cougars if she wanted to have mind-blowing sex with him. Jasmine declined and wondered if she’d gotten too old for the game because she had no idea what Cougars was.

  By the time Jasmine got back to her house, she insisted that Lauren stay for the night.

  “You know that I am,” Lauren said as she walked into the house. “I’ll see you in the morning. We’ll go out and have breakfast.”

  “Girl, by the time we wake up, it will be dinnertime,” Jasmine joked.

  “You’re probably right. We’ll just have to play it by ear,” Lauren said and then walked toward the guest room.

  Jasmine got out of her clothes, relaxed on her bed and turned on the television. As she adjusted her head on her pillow, she turned up the volume to catch the rebroadcast of the evening news. A reporter Angela Rivers was standing outside of Stroger Hospital giving her report.

  “There is a new drug out on the black market that’s causing quite a scare among health officials. It’s a sexual enhancement pill called Cougars and ingesting it can lead to serious health problems and even cardiac arrest.”

  A news clip of a woman being rushed through the emergency room doors appeared on the screen.

  “It’s three a.m. and this woman is fighting for her life after someone at a nightclub slipped Cougars into her drink, took advantage of her and then left her on the street. Health officials across the country have been reporting an alarming rise in the number of cases involving the new street drug. Experts are classifying Cougars as a toxic poison that works swiftly once it has entered the bloodstream. There have been at least ten deaths nationwide linked to the poisonous drug. Overworked narcotics agents are trying to locate where the pills are being manufactured and who’s responsible for creating them. They’re spreading rapidly and are difficult to track. ‘The drug seems to have come out of nowhere,’ said one narcotics agent, a twenty-year veteran. ‘This drug is powerful and is rapidly becoming more popular than cocaine and heroin.’

  “Despite the life-threatening dangers and complicated health risks, both men and women from all walks of life are said to be using the drug in the hopes of achieving the optimum sexual pleasure. Both authorities and health officials say that if something isn’t done to stop the widespread usage, the number of bodies lying on the streets will rise.”

  “That’s what that young boy was trying to give me. Damn, what is wrong with people?” Jasmine said, getting upset about the young man wanting to take advantage of her. Jasmine clicked off the television and then checked her cell phone to see if Travis had called her for a late-night booty call, but he had not.

  “Damn, my pussy is in need of some attention,” Jasmine whispered. She wanted to phone Travis, but didn’t want to sound desperate. She exhaled, placed a pillow between her thighs and fantasized about Travis.

  THE NEXT MORNING JASMINE AWOKE WITH A HANGOVER. She lazily walked into her bathroom, opened up the medicine cabinet and removed a bottle of aspirin.

  “Jasmine, girl, you’ve got to slow down a little,” she said to her reflection. She filled a Dixie cup with water and took two tablets. She walked out of her bathroom and down the hall to the guest bedroom. She peeped inside the room and noticed that Lauren was flat on her back and snoring.

  “She’s getting louder in her old age,” Jasmine whispered to herself as she stepped away. She went back to the bathroom and freshened up. Afterward, she headed down to the kitchen where she decided to cook breakfast. She turned on a nearby countertop radio and listened to an old school cut by Stevie Wonder, “Living for the City.” She sang along with the melody as she prepared their food.

  Thirty minutes later, just as she was pulling the butter-flaky biscuits out of the oven, Lauren dragged her tired self into the kitchen.

  “What did you cook?” Lauren asked, still sounding sle
epy.

  “Oh, I didn’t cook anything for you,” Jasmine said. She waited for the disappointed look to form on her sister’s face.

  “I know good and damn well you didn’t get up this morning and only cook some food for yourself.” Lauren was all set to be totally pissed off. Jasmine laughed.

  “You know I wouldn’t do you like that,” Jasmine joked with her a little more.

  “Don’t you have a hangover like I do?” Lauren asked as she sat down and rested her forehead in the palm of her hand.

  “I did wake up with a headache a while ago, but I took some aspirin. There is some upstairs in my bathroom.”

  “Good, because I certainly need some. Do you have any coffee here?” Lauren asked. “You know I can’t function without my morning cup of coffee.”

  “By the time you go freshen up and come back down, I will have brewed some for you.”

  “Are the extra clothes that I brought over still in the back coat closet?” Lauren asked.

  “Yeah, they are. I put your door key to my house in your duffle bag. You must’ve left it from another time that you stayed over.”

  “Okay, I’ll be sure to put it back on my key chain,” Lauren said as she walked away.

  FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, Lauren and Jasmine were sitting down enjoying their meal. They talked about the wild events of the previous night before talking about their lovers.

  “In all seriousness, is it really over between you and LeMar?” Jasmine asked.

  “Hell yeah, it’s over. Shit, he’s gotten two girls pregnant. I can’t date a man who’s got baby mama drama, and he’s got plenty of it. His stupid ass,” Lauren said with a sour taste in her mouth.

  “When I came home last night, I checked to see if Travis had called me, but he hadn’t. No text message or nothing. I guess I thought we could at least be cordial with one another if things didn’t work out. I don’t have the foggiest idea why I thought an office romance would stand the test of time. That’s one of the oldest traps in the book.”

  “Do you know what we need?” Lauren asked.

  “No, what?”