It's over an hour later when I leave her office, I don't own a car, and asking my mom to pick me up is out of the question. She likes to believe I don't still have impulses, and it's better this way, this way she can still pretend I'm her innocent daughter. The innocent one that didn't fuck a man twice her age. Making my way down the road towards home, I palm the can of mase on my keychain. It was a gift from Charles. He didn't like it when I would walk home after our fuck-fest late at night. I thought it meant he cared. He didn't, though. He only wanted me until he got caught. It was his wife or me, and I was left in the cold.
A car horn blares behind me, and I freeze, waiting for them to go around, yet they don't. I turn around and am met with an angry face, Mr. Allen staring back at me. He shifts it into park and climbs out, saying something I can't hear. My focus is only on his face and the fury I see. I should be scared, and any sane person would be. But I never claimed to be that. Mr. Allen is inches away from my face when I finally hear him calling my name, "Jasmine!"
Licking my own lips, I stare at his, watching the way his mouth moves, "Yes?" It comes out softer than I wanted, so I try again, "Yes, sir?" A low growl is his response. It makes my legs shake, and my breath catch. Shaking his head, Mr. Allen backs away from me, and I feel the loss of his body heat. "Why are you walking alone? I thought Taylor was taking you home?" I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak. "Do you need a ride home, Jasmine?" It's a simple question and offer, anyone else would do the same, but coming from him, it feels as if it means more. "Yes, please."
Chapter Six
Oliver
I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding as I shut the door for her. Fuck, I shouldn't be driving her home. I don't trust myself. I couldn't let her walk home alone though, that's what I tell myself as I walk around the back of the car and adjust my dick. Jasmine looking at me that way, and calling me sir had my cock at attention.
I allow my fingers to graze her leg on my way to the gear shift. It’s obvious I went out of the way to do it, yet she doesn’t call me out on the slight touch. Driving towards the way she was heading, I wait for her to give me directions. Her voice is soft and stirs something in my blood. Clearing my throat, I try for small talk, anything to break the awkward silence that falls, “So tell me about yourself? What made you want to take my class?”
Jasmine folds her hands together and places them in her lap before she answers, "Umm, well, my mom and I moved here to be closer to my dad. He owns a business here. I honestly have always loved photographs because they tell you about what matters to the person taking the picture." She laughs at something, and when I catch on to what matters to her, I can't help but grin.
“Your what seventeen, or eighteen? What do you plan to pursue as an adult?” I question, curious at what her dreams are, and wanting to be sure I wasn’t lusting after someone younger than eighteen.
Pausing, Jasmine looks away, and when I begin to think she's done talking, she answers. "Eighteen, and I don't know yet, I just don't want to be stuck in one place. I just want to be happy and have a family of my own. I'm not sure if that makes sense." She gets quiet again, lost in her own thoughts. I understand her dream, and if it weren't for Julia and her new job, I wouldn't be in this town. Reaching over, I take her hand in mine and give it a squeeze; it's meant to be comforting. However, it only makes me want to continue touching her more. Jasmine doesn't pull away from me; instead, she moves my hand to her thigh, holding it in place with her hand.
Parking in front of the small house, I don't move from my seat when I see her mom standing at the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Allen," she says, pulling my attention back to her thigh beneath my palm. "Oliver. When we aren't in school, you can call me Oliver," I offer. Smiling at me, she looks over to her mom and sighs, "Well, I should go, my mom is already going to fuss that I'm late for dinner."
Just before she closes the door, I reach for her hand, "Next time you think of walking home alone, call me." I wait for her to pull her phone from her pocket to rattle off my number. The idea of her walking alone worries me. Not far from here, a young girl was taken. Her name was Emily, I think. I watch her until I can't see her anymore, the wooden door blocking Jasmine from the harsh world. I back out and make my way home, not expecting Julia to be waiting for me there.
Julia's glare from the couch stops me in my tracks the moment I walk into the living room. "Oliver, where were you?" she questions, her words sharp. Sighing, I sit down across from her, taking the glass of wine from her hands. "I saw a student walking home and offered to drive her home," I wait for her to ask who it was, yet she doesn't. Her face relaxes; all her anger is gone at my explanation. Jumping up from her spot, I notice her clothes. She's wearing a tight dress and heels, nothing like Jasmine would ever wear. "Where are you going?" I ask, taking a sip of her wine, even though I'm not a fan of drinking. It hinders your actions and lowers your inhibitions.
"Where we are going, and out with a few friends," she corrects me. I glance at the time and my own clothes, "I'm not up for it. How about we stay in for the night? I'll cook, or we can order in," I counter. Putting her hands on her hips, Julia sighs, "Oliver, I'm going out. Stay here if you want, but this is our time to have fun."
Grabbing the wine glass, I walk to the sink and pour it out, “I don’t want to party. You know that, in fact, I thought we were on the same page about wanting to settle and have a family in five years.”
I almost don’t hear her, but I can just barely make out her words, “Maybe I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t think I still want the same things you do. Actually, I know I don’t. ” I listen as the door shuts behind her, and her car outside cranks. Turning around, I spot her engagement ring on the counter.
Chapter Seven
Taylor
I watched her leave the pharmacy and walk into another building. I knew she was trying to hide something or someone, I just wanted to be sure she was safe. Jasmine was seeing a therapist if the internet was correct. Driving away, I sighed in relief that she didn’t meet up with a boyfriend. Therapy, I could handle but not someone else. I couldn’t fathom her not being mine in the end.
I reach into my backpack and pull out the memory card I pulled from Jasmine's camera at the ice cream place and swap it for mine. I need to see just what those pictures held earlier. It's completely blank. Grinning, I chuckle when I realize what Mr. Allen did. He kept the card for himself. Apparently, he doesn't like to share. Lying back on my bed, I fantasize about how Jasmine's tongue lapped at the ice cream. Sliding my boxers down, I wrap my cock with my hand and stroke. One stroke for each thought I have of her. She consumes me without even trying. It doesn't take long before I'm coming, Jasmine has that power over me. I clean the come from my stomach, and lie down, ready for the next day to come. Mr. Allen and I have a conversation coming. It doesn't take me long to fall asleep.
I walk into his classroom a bit earlier than necessary, a wicked grin on my face, "Tell me Teach, how many times did you come while you looked at her pictures?" Mr. Allen doesn't answer. Instead, he begins to gulp like a fish. "You want Jasmine, I want her too, and if she wants us both, then why couldn't we make that work?" I can see the wheels turning in his mind when the classroom door opens, and she walks in. Smirking, I back away from where he is and sit next to her. I reach out and touch her, I can see the jealousy in his eyes at how often and where I'm able to without consequence.
Leaning closer to Jasmine, I press my luck, ‘What are you doing this weekend? Would you maybe want to get dinner?”
"I'm actually going out with my friend Rachel, she knows of some club in the city that's suppose to be fun," Jasmine replies, as she doodles on the corner of her notebook. I don't know of anyone named Rachel at our school, and then I remember the girl from the diner. Something about her was off, almost as if she was oozing hate. "Listen, I don't know her, but maybe just send me the club name and where it is, that way, if you get stuck, I can pick you up," I offer, unease settling in my st
omach.
Chapter Eight
Jasmine
I pack my bag for the weekend and explain to my mom, again, where I'll be. She isn't pleased that Rachel is back in my life, but she understands that I've moved past my infatuation with Charles. "We won't even be at her house. We are doing a spa weekend in the city," I lie.
My mom gets to the door before she turns around, "Since you will be in the city anyway, your dad is having a business brunch tomorrow. He wanted you there to show off, be nice." I hang my head in defeat, mom knew I wouldn't agree to brunch but now that I'll be close, I don't have a reason not to go. I'm personally not a fan of brunch, I don't see the point in mixing good ol' OJ with champagne and calling it a drink. Besides, I can't drink with the medication I take. It causes me to be sick, among other things.
A car horn sounds outside, letting me know Rachel and the girls are here. I slip on my flats and run out the door. The front seat is empty, taking that as where I'm supposed to sit, I slide inside. "Oh, before I forget, what's the name of the club? I need to tell my friend," I question, already typing out a message to Taylor. Rachel rattles off the name, and a quick search finds me the address. I send both to him and turn my phone on silent. The ride into the city doesn't take long, and before I know it, we are walking into a hotel to check-in. It's part of our thing. We don't bring people back to our home, so we get rooms and hook up here. This way, there's a camera and witnesses. I'm not sure who thought of this, but it's always been this way for us.
I take my key card from my pocket and walk into my suite. I put the room on my dad's card, buying myself the biggest suit they have. It's the least he could do for all the pain he caused mom. I run and jump onto the bed; it's big enough for four people. Spying the bathroom, I take in my bag and spread the few products I have on the counter. Stripping, I step into the shower and get ready for the night. I don't plan on hooking up with anyone, not since Taylor and Oliver occupy my mind completely, but I shave everything anyway. When I turn the water off, I hear a faint giggle come from in the other room. It must be the others, I think to myself as I wrap the towel around my still naked body. Peeking into the room, I see all of them are already drinking. I'm not sure which has the second key to my room, I only know I have Gina's. It's going to be a wild night if the way they are throwing them back is any indication. Spotting me, Rachel walks over, holding out a cup of purple drink, "Grape juice and vodka, I know you love it."
Not wanting to explain why I don't drink anymore, I take a sip and notice that the vodka is strong. If Rachel wanted me drunk, this would be the way to do it. I decide that one drink won't hurt and swallow the rest down. Finding my outfit, I slink back into the bathroom to change and fix my hair into a fancy looking ponytail. I don't bother to put in curls or anything extravagant. The mix of body heat and sweat would only ruin it later.
“Seriously? You are going to wear that?” comes from across the room when I step out. I look at my jeans and top, shrugging as I slip on my sliver flats. “I like comfort. Plus, I’m not looking for a hookup, just wanting to have fun.”
I feel dizziness take over for a moment and wonder how strong that drink was to be affecting me this way. Hopefully, a glass of water and food will help. Rachel glances at her watch and deems it late enough to leave for the club. None of us drive; instead, we get a cab since most of them will be too drunk to drive later.
The cab drops us off at the entrance, and we skip the line, I think Gina is sleeping with the bouncer based on the way he grabs a handful of her ass on our way in. It doesn't take long for the girls to find their way to the bar, as I make my way to the dance area. I need to burn off all the pent up energy and tension I've built us since the last time I saw Rachel. A wave of dizziness courses over me, causing me to step wrong, and pain shoots up my leg.
A man's voice comes from behind me as his hands steady me, "Woah, I've got you. Do you need to sit?" Nodding, I allow him to help me to the edge of the bar. I can't see my ankle to see if it's sprained, but I can tell it is. Sliding down from the stool, I hobble to the restroom and sit on the edge of the counter as he walks in behind me. I can't tell if its that he's kind or if he's a creep. Hoping for the first, I let him inspect the slight swelling. "Let's get you out of here. Are you staying nearby?"
I pull my phone from my pocket and hit Taylor's name. I shouldn't call him, but he's the first name I get to. "It's okay. I'll have someone pick me up. No need to ruin your night." A flash of irritation flashes across his face at my words.
“Hey, Taylor, can you pick me up? I’m at the club I told you about,” I say into the phone, keeping the guy in my line of sight. “I’ll be in the bathroom, I sprained my ankle.”
Chuckling from his spot near the door, he turns to me, "You know, Rachel said you were this huge slut. Said she needed to teach you a lesson. I was promised sex, and I'm going to get it." Flipping the lock on the door, he turns back to me. Nausea builds in my stomach. The way I've felt since the drink earlier reminding me how Rachel handed it to me already poured and made just for me. Surely, I'm just being paranoid, but mixed with his words, I look for anything to use against him.
Chapter Nine
Oliver
I was irritated when I saw Jasmine's name flash across his screen, why she was calling him didn't matter. That quickly changed from jealousy to concern when he answered. I could hear the panic in her words, even if no one else could. Something was wrong, and she needed help. "Get in and tell me where," I call out, already starting the engine. It was a chance meeting with Taylor, both of us picking up food at the same place at the same time. Not that there are more than three places to eat in this town.
Punching the gas harder, I drive the thirty minutes in far less. Thankfully we don't get stopped by the police, or in an accident. I don't even waste time looking for a place to park. Instead, I stop directly in front of the door. The bouncer yells at us to stop, but Taylor pushes him out of our way. Glancing around, I look for the bathroom sign, once I find it I head there. A group of girls is standing around the door, waiting for someone to come out. Taylor doesn't waste time as he throws his shoulder into it repeatedly. "Just a minute!" I hear called out from the other side, a man's voice. I know Jasmine was there and she was scared when she called, putting it all together I rush the door with him. I don't waste any time when I see her. Pushing Jasmine into Taylor's arms, I swing at the man. My fist connects with his jaw over and over again. It's Taylor who pulls me away.
Gasps and screams sound from behind us. The girls who were there when we came in are long gone. I suppose those were her friends. I reach for Jasmine, needing to be sure she is fine in order to calm my racing heart. The security guards come in to take him outside, hopefully into a waiting cop car.
“I’ll need her statement,” comes from the uniformed officer at the door. “Yours too.”
Fuck. I needed to be in the city anyway, I remind myself, Julia texted me earlier to beg me to go to brunch even though she ended our relationship. "Let's get a room. We can go there in the morning." Taking her hand in mine, I walk Jasmine out to my car. I wait for Taylor to slide in the back with her before I shut them inside. He can comfort her on the way, but once I'm locked away with them for the night, I'll need to see her for myself. Jasmine names the hotel, and I drive us there. When we walk in, I watch the desk clerk staring at us. It's obvious we are all here together, considering neither Taylor or myself have let her hands go.
Stopping Jasmine from climbing on the bed, I pull her to the bathroom. While she stares at me, I begin to fill the bath for her. "Let me wash him away." Nodding, Jasmine strips out of the silver top and jeans. She's gorgeous. The tiny scrap of fabric underneath does little to hide her body. I feel Taylor's eyes burning holes into us from the door. I didn't bring more clothes with me, I wasn't planning to be here when I left earlier. Pulling my shirt over my head, I quirk an eyebrow at Taylor, "Like what you see, Mr. Walker?"
Fire dances in his eyes, his playful words causing Jasmine to gigg
le, “Just wondering if I’ll need to do CPR later. You know, Teach, when you have a heart attack from seeing my dick.”
A low growl sounds, and it takes me a moment to realize it was me. Reaching out for my hand, Jasmine pulls me to her and motions for me to join in the bath. Running the washcloth down her bare breasts, I stop at the apex of her thighs. I shouldn’t, but I do anyway when she spreads her legs wider. Resting her head on my shoulder, she gasps when I replace the cloth with my fingers. Teasing her soft flesh, I watch as Taylor strokes himself in rhythm with my pace. Pinching her nipple with my other hand, I bite down on her neck as she clenches around my fingers. Whispering in her ear, I add another finger, “That’s it. Show him how much you want this. How much you want him, how much you want me.”
Jasmine’s moans and whimpers fill the air, watching them both is ecstasy. Taylor’s deep groans mixed with her harsh breathing have me ready to explode. “Come here,” she calls to him, as she reaches behind her to palm my cock. Jasmine waits for Taylor to be closer to us before she wraps her other hand around his cock. Stroking us both, our combined groans match as I continue to fuck her pussy with my fingers.
Chapter Ten
Jasmine
All of us reach our orgasm one after the other, each release spurring on the next. I lie back against Oliver's chest, the worries from earlier forgotten. Sighing, I try my best to stand and would have fallen over if not for Taylor catching me. Whatever was in my drink was strong. "Here, baby, let me help you to the shower," he offers, already carrying me.
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