by K. B. Webb
She laughs and for the first time tonight I can see her lighting up some.
“I’m drunk.”
“I figured that.”
“And I’m hormonal.”
“Yep, I got that too.”
“And when I’m drunk and hormonal I become really irrational.”
“You’re covering a list of things I already know.”
“Smart ass. Want to go cuddle with me? I’ll let you watch boy TV?”
“You didn’t even have to add in the TV part, but after the estrogen fest I just witnessed, I think I need some Sports Center to get my man card back.”
I tell Jasmine to go take a shower while I clean up after her drunken drama fest.
A few minutes later, Jasmine and I are lying in her bed watching Sports Center while Jasmine acts like she knows what’s going on.
“I think I kind of like you and I think that I could get used to this, and well, I think that might not be a good idea.”
“You get word vomit when you’re drunk, don’t you?” I laugh uncomfortably because even though what I said was true, what she said was true too.
“I told Todd about you.”
“Who’s Todd?”
“Jason’s fiancé. And before you flip shit, Todd is like a vault of secrets. He won’t tell Jason anything, I promise.”
“OK…” I believe her, but I’m still worried. If Jason got wind of what is going on between me and Jasmine, it wouldn’t be pretty for anyone. “Well, what’d you tell him?”
“That you give me mind-blowing orgasms and you’re really fucking hot.”
“I’m glad you think I’m hot and that my orgasm giving skills are mind blowing.”
“Don’t let your ego blow up too big.”
“You tell him anything else?”
“That I think I like you like you and I don’t know what to do about that because we’ve only fucked a hand full of times and I have no clue how you feel about me.”
I sit up against Jasmine’s headboard and she does the same. “I have told you how I feel about you. You’re special Jasmine, I’ve said that.”
“I get that. But what does special mean? I think pumpkin spice lattes are special, but that’s because they only come around a few months a year. Am I like pumpkin spice latte special or pink starburst special?”
“I can’t even act like I know what pink starburst special means.”
“Ya know, you could eat pink starbursts every day, but even if you have them every day they’re still special.”
“Well I could eat you every day if that’s what you mean.”
She slaps my chest and laughs. I wrap my arms around her body and slide us back down so that we’re lying down again, her body half resting on mine.
“I want to suck your dick right now.” Her blunt honestly is such a turn on and my dick instantly agrees. I’m hard just from her words.
“Then suck my dick.”
She crawls on top of me, pushing me down and straddling me. She rips her shirt off in one swift motion and I am met with the fantastic sight of her perky tits. She leans down and kisses me, sliding her body so that her pussy is resting on my dick. I am very much aware that the only thing separating us right now is her underwear and my shorts. I am about to maneuver my way out of my shorts but she beats me to it. She breaks our lips apart and crawls down my body till she reaches my waistband. She tugs on my shorts and my erection springs free.
She licks her lips and eyes my dick like she’s been starving and it’s the first food she’s seen in days. She gives me no warning before she takes my dick in her hot mouth. The instant contact causes my eyes to roll back and my body to arch. I grab a handful of her long, dark hair and worry at first that I am pulling it too hard, but then I am met with a deep moan that vibrates down my dick.
“You like it when I’m rough baby?”
She moans again and takes my full length into her mouth. I keep waiting her to gag, but she doesn’t. She gets into an amazing motion of sucking me with as much pressure as she can and running her tongue along my length and then circling my head. Fuck me. This girl is quickly turning into my favorite addiction. I could get my dick sucked like this every day for the rest of my life if she’d let me.
She lightly runs her teeth over my head and I lose it. I grunt through clenched teeth and throw my head back. I tighten my grip on her hair and starting fucking her mouth. I know I’m being rough, but she never lets up. She picks up her pace so she is in time with me.
“Jasmine I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop right now.” She doesn’t stop or respond with words, instead she takes me deeper in her mouth and begins to moan causing the little bit of blood left in my body to all rush to my dick.
I come hard and continue fucking her mouth until every last drop is gone. I release the grip on her hair and drop my arm on the side of the bed, completely exhausted and sexually satisfied in every way. Jasmine licks me completely clean then licks her lips and smiles.
“Fuck you’re beautiful.”
She crawls back up the bed until she’s lying beside me and resting her head on my chest, “I bet you say that to all the girls who such your dick. And on that note, I really hope I’m the only one who’s doing that.”
“Jasmine, let me put it to you like this, I don’t think we’re at a point where we need to put labels on anything, but I have no plans of seeing anyone else. Does that make you feel better?”
She nods and I can feel her smile against my chest. “I’m a needy drunk.”
“Yea you are. You’re also a horny drunk, which is completely OK with me. Now, go to bed. I gotta work in the morning.”
“Oh fuck.”
“What?”
“I have a meeting at 9 with Jason and Todd to decide on a cake flavor for their wedding.”
“For your sake, I really hope you don’t get hangovers.”
“That’s why I said oh fuck, because I definitely get hangovers.”
I laugh at her because I know in the morning she will be miserable and probably a total bitch. “Well I have to be at work 7 so I’ll be getting up around 6. I’ll wake you up before I leave.”
I turn the TV off and kiss her goodnight and resist the urge to roll her on her back and take her clothes off. Instead, I cut the kisses short despite my dick wanting to go in a different direction.
Jasmine speaks right before she falls asleep, “Thanks for dealing with me being a drunk, hormonal mess.”
“Eh, you aren’t that bad. Plus, I got the best blow job of my life out of the deal so I’m happy. Now get some sleep wine-o. You’re going to need it.”
She responds with relaxing her body into mine and releasing a little sigh.
Jasmine’s not the only one who could get used to this.
I walk into work at 7:05, pist at myself that I’m 5 minutes late on my second day. Luckily, I don’t have my first client till 8 so I have some free time. I wouldn’t have been late, but getting Jasmine out of bed was a son of a bitch. I think pulling teeth from a great white would have been easier than getting her ass out bed this morning.
“Hey Ryan.” I’m greeted by Sarah, the receptionist. She’s only been here a week. She seems like a sweet girl, but I can tell this is her first receptionist job. Three times yesterday she left me messages without call back numbers.
“Morning Sarah.”
“There’s a guy in your office waiting for you.”
“Did you get his name or what he’s here for?” From the look on her face I can tell she didn’t. “It’s ok, just remember to do it next time.”
She smiles apologetically and nods.
I walk past her and into my office. As Sarah said, there is a guy in my office whom I’ve never met. He’s about my height but without the muscle mass I have and is wearing one of those rich, yuppie guy suits.
“Hey man, I’m Ryan. What can I help you with?” I sit my back down and shake the guys hand before taking a seat behind my desk as he sits in the chair ac
ross from me.
“I’m Todd, Jason’s fiancé. I don’t know if Jasmine told you about me?”
“Yea actually she did, last night.”
“Look Ryan, I’ll keep this short and sweet.”
“Ok…” I’m not sure where this is going but the tone is voice doesn’t seem to be aggressive but it also doesn’t seem to be friendly.
“Jasmine is pretty much my baby sister and I will do anything to protect her. Now, she told me about whatever it is that is going on with y’all, and out of loyalty to Jasmine and the fact that I know Jason can be a bit overbearing sometimes, I’m not going to tell him.”
I let out a sigh of relief. If Todd wanted to, he could tell Jason everything and I would be up shit creek without a paddle.
“I will tell you this though, Jasmine seems happy for the first time in a long time. She also doesn’t get very close with guys, and you are the first guy she has told me about in years. I don’t know how you feel about her, but I know how she feels about you, and I don’t want to see her get hurt.”
“Well Todd, I can tell you that I feel the same way about Jasmine as she does about me and I have no intentions of hurting her. Period.”
“Good, because if you do, I will tell Jason what’s going on, and not only will you get fired, I will make it my personal mission to make sure you never get a training job anywhere within a 100 miles of here again. And, Jason with kick your ass. Are we clear?”
“Crystal.”
He stands and buttons his suit jacket before reaching his hand across my desk to shake it.
“I’m not trying to come off as a dick by any means, but I am very protective of Jasmine, and so is Jason. We just want what’s best for her and to see her happy.”
“I want the same thing.” He nods like that is an acceptable answer.
I take a seat and Todd starts to walk out of my office, but pauses by the door. “That girl has been through a lot of shit Ryan, more than anyone her age should have to go through. Just, just treat her right. She really, truly deserves that.”
I don’t respond this time, just smile and nod in understanding.
Between Todd and Jason being so protective of Jasmine, and Wynee and Molly wanting to set me up on dates, Jasmine and I are going to have a hard time keeping whatever’s going on with us a secret. All I hope is that we figure out what the hell is going on before it blows the fuck up in our faces.
I’ve always heard that saying “time flies when you’re having fun,” and after the last month with Ryan, I know that’s true. Time also flies when you’re sneaking around behind everyone’s backs and fucking like horny teenagers.
It hasn’t been easy keeping our relationship a secret, especially from Dani and Lucas. I never knew how close Lucas and Ryan were till we started… whatever this thing is. Ryan explained that he and Lucas had known each other since high school, playing football against each other and going to the same parties, but were more of acquaintances. But, when Ryan moved back to town, they started hanging out more and more. They can be pretty hilarious when they are together. Like when I’m shit faced, I almost piss myself funny. The few times we have hung out at Lucas and Dani’s house, and it has been hard as hell to not act like we are having a relationship, especially when we’re drinking. When I’m drunk, it is almost impossible for me to not rip Ryan’s clothes off and fuck him on their couch.
Ryan has said a few times that I should at least tell Dani, but I can’t. Dani also happens to be friends with my brother, and unlike Todd, she is not a vault of secrets. Shit you not, Dani is that person who tells you what all your presents are before your birthday and Christmas. She doesn’t mean to be such a terrible secret keeper, she just is honest to a fault sometimes, about everything. For that reason, I can’t tell her about Ryan, at least, not until I’m also ready to tell Jason.
The last month with Ryan has made me realize that whatever is between us is more than just physical, it’s also emotional. We’re basically in a relationship without the title. We do shit that normal couples do, shit that I make fun of Dani and Lucas for doing. We cook together, even though we have both realized that cooking automatically turns into kitchen sex, but we still cook. He watches stupid chick shows with me and doesn’t laugh when I cry over fictional character drama. We sit out on one of our porches at night, overlooking the river, while we drink beer and Ryan plays me songs on his guitar. He fucking sings to me. Everyday. If I wasn’t falling for him before, last night made sure I was in a downward spiral of feelings and shit. The moment Mr. Sex on Legs opened his mouth and belted out a Frank Sinatra song, I tripped over my own feet and my heart happened to fall directly in his hands. I had told him that my dad used to sing old Frank Sinatra songs while he and my mom got ready for date nights or parties. The fact that he sang a song that he knew would have so much meaning to me started to put things in prospective for me.
The prospective part is the reason I am currently sitting in Lucas and Dani’s driveway even though I know Dani is working. I have to tell someone about what’s going on with Ryan. Someone who will think of not just my wellbeing, but Ryan’s too, and Lucas is the only person who can do that.
I don’t know how long I am sitting in my car when I hear the front door open and hear Lucas calling my name.
“Why the fuck are you sitting in my driveway Abu? Get your ass out of the car and come inside.”
Fucker. He knows I hate that nickname, but I do what he says and get out the car and walk inside.
“You know Dani’s not here, right?”
“Yep, she’s working. I’m heading to Ricky’s after I leave here.”
“Alright, well do you want a beer?”
“Yep.” He reaches inside the fridge and slides me a beer across the island that is separating us. I open it and take a seat in one of the stools.
“So, you gonna tell me why you’re here or make me play twenty questions?”
“I don’t know, twenty questions sounds fun.” I can tell he is getting a little annoyed with me, but pissing Lucas off is one of my favorite past times.
“Alright, if you want to do this the hard way,” I giggle like a teenager when he says hard way. “Question number 1, when did you start fucking Ryan, or did you ever stop?”
I spit my beer across the room and cough so much that I think one of my lungs might come up. “You know?”
“Well of course I know Jasmine. It’s pretty fucking obvious.”
“Oh no, does Dani know?”
“No she doesn’t. She thinks you’re just a really big flirt when you’re drunk.”
I shrug my shoulders, “Well, that is true.”
“I know that too, but when you got drunk last weekend and told Ryan you couldn’t wait for him to fuck you on his balcony, I assumed that was more than drunk flirting.”
Shit. I lay my head down on the islands counter and wait for the ass chewing that I’m about to get, but after a minute, I realize it’s not coming.
“Why aren’t you yelling at me?”
“I don’t yell. I speak the fucking truth.”
“Whatever, know it all, why aren’t you speaking the truth then?”
“Well, answer me this first, why did you come over here?”
“To tell you about Ryan.”
“I figured that. I mean, not to sound like a dick, but I didn’t think you just came over to ask how my fucking day was.”
“Well, I was going to tell you so you could chew my ass out, that way I would be prepared for Dani and Jason’s reactions.”
“Hate to tell you Abu, but I’m not going to chew your ass.”
He walks out of the kitchen and back outside to sit on his porch. He sits in the one of the rocking chairs that Dani and I painted last week. We like to get crafty when we drink wine.
“So,” he pauses to light a cigarette and take a drag off of it, “how long has this been going on?” I don’t answer him. I just stare at my boots propped up on the porches railing and take a long sip of my beer.
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“Alright, that means it never stopped. So, when were you going to tell Dani?”
“When I figured out how to tell Jason. I just don’t want Dani to feel like she has to keep a secret. Ya know how bad she is at that.”
He laughs softly, “I’m getting new tires for Christmas. She already told me about it and Christmas is 6 months away. So yea, I know how bad she is at keeping secrets.”
“I’ve wanted to tell her so bad, I really have, but I just couldn’t. I have to find a way to tell Jason so he doesn’t fire and or kill Ryan when he finds out.”
“Yea… I don’t see that happening.”
“And why the hell not?”
“He was here yesterday with Todd and brought up you and Ryan hooking up. Dani tried to tell him that she thought Ryan would probably be good for you if y’all ever got together and he shot that shit down real quick.”
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes. He said that if he ever found out y’all were together he would fire Ryan and quit speaking to you all together.”
“Fuck!” I jump up from the rocking chair and start pacing up and down the porch. This is not good. How in hell am I supposed to tell Jason and expect him to be rational if he’s saying shit like that to Lucas and Dani?
“Abu, sit your ass down before you wear a hole in my fucking porch.” I don’t respond, just sit down next to him. “Now that you know how Jason feels, what’s your plan?”
“I know a guy who makes fake birth certificates. Ryan and I could assume new names and move to a different country.”
“Jasmine.” Now I know he means business. Usually he just calls me Abu or drunk ass, dumb ass, crazy ass, loving things like that, but rarely Jasmine.
“I’m about to lay some knowledge on your, alright dumb ass. You do not need approval from Jason for every fucking move that you make. And I know that you’ll say you don’t seek that, but you do, you always fucking do, and it gets old after a while. Jason can be way too fucking hard on you, and you usually let him. You may fight for yourself or what you want in the beginning, but you always give in, and that’s bullshit. You’re not a fucking child, you’re not incompetent, and you are capable of making your own decisions, especially when it comes to who you’re fucking. Now, with Ryan, Jason can tell him what do because he works for him. Jason can, and probably will fire him, but that is not something you can control.”