Jasmine moves on (part one)

Jasmine Moves On, by the w0odwizard

She'd been in and out of my bed for weeks. She'd learned everything I could teach her, and then invented a few other things all on her own. Jasmine was brown, beautiful and just fourteen. Never had an adult man been blessed with such an enthusiastic teenage lover. But all good things, they say, must come to an end, and so it was with Jasmine and me.

She chose the place well. I'll give her that.

We were back in the town swimming pool where I'd popped her cherry and had been lazily swimming up and down. She came up against the shallow end of the pool and sat with her back to it.
'How many girls have you done it with?' she asked. I'd never really got used to her direct approach, always embarrassingly straight to the point.
'Er....dunno really....six or seven, I suppose. Why?'
'Just wondered....How do you ask them?' A light came on in the back of my brain. A warning light. Something was brewing.
'Can't you remember then?' I quipped, working hard to keep the smile on my face.
'Mmmm....but you didn't really ask me....you just sort of took me into the family changing rooms and....well....did me!'
'Yeah; I s'pose I did, but I'd have stopped if you'd said...and you knew it was going to happen, you said so. Why'd you ask?' Panic was rising fast! Was this some sort of prelude to accusing me of raping her? Had we been found out and she was pushing the blame onto me? Surely not. Or was it? As I said, panic!

She got out of the pool and, once again, caused a commotion. Not her, you understand, but her swim suit. She'd insisted I buy it for her, 'It'll contrast my skin colour nicely!' She'd said. And so it did. White always looks good on a brown body, but the Speedo suit she'd chosen was virtually completely see through when wet. I'd told her it would be but she'd just said not to be silly, but now she looked down at herself and she knew I was right.

She stood at the side of the pool, and turned towards me and the rest of the occupants of the building. Her eyes quickly scanned the onlookers and the look of triumphant satisfaction on her face was unmistakable. As were her breasts and the dark brown nipples that capped them and her belly button and her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Even her brown skin showed through. She might just as well have been naked.

Every man in the place gawped at her. Wives hissed at their husbands, other girls glared, single men just stared, one was even holding his crotch. I'd seen her do this before, posing for a second or two as she left the water, just to
give the men a chance to have a quick look at her. I'd always thought she did it deliberately, to see the reaction of other guys, and now I could see I was right. Then she'd always been wearing her black suit. Sexy, high cut legs and it showed the shape of her gorgeous body to perfection, but this was a different animal altogether. This was an exhibitionist's suit. Jasmine was turning into something that fourteen year old girls just shouldn't be. But there again, Jasmine wasn't your average fourteen year old girl. Not anymore. Not since we’d fucked in the changing room cubicle.

I climbed out and we set off for the changing rooms. She was unusually quiet as we showered. In the cubicle she let me peel off the showpiece swimsuit, and stood there naked; female perfection. She looked me straight in the eyes.
'Andy, there's something I've gotta tell you.' My growing erection suddenly wilted.
'Here it comes.' I thought. 'I'm history.' 'What is it? Sounds like you're dumping me.' She lowered her eyes. Those gorgeous dark pools of liquid paradise, that it seems I wouldn't be looking into for much longer.
Well, not exactly....it's just that a boy at school has asked me out....and, well, I thought maybe you wouldn't mind....' she stopped there, looking up again, her eyes full of pleading and tearing at my heart. It was inevitable though. She was a very beautiful girl, and every boy in the school must have fantasised about her. She must have starred in hundreds of wet dreams. I'll bet there's many a stained bed sheet that's directly attributable to Jasmine.

'I'm surprised it took this long, really.' I told her, the resignation in my voice just a little too obvious for my liking. She took my hand. 'I'll still come round your house. I'm not gonna, you know....do it with him...just go out with him.' She meant it too. I could see she was being honest with me. She always was.
'You mean you're going to go out with one guy and get your jollies with another? Really my girl, that's a bit off isn't it?' She looked surprised.
'Don't you want me to come around then?' I smiled.
'Jasmine, I never want you to get out of my bed, never mind leave my house, but think about it. He may be a really nice guy, and you'd feel bad about it if it turned into a permanent thing. Remember my wife? You don't want to be a cheat do you?'

She chewed her bottom lip. A sure sign that she was doing a bit of deep thinking. Then she nodded,
'S'pose you're right. But it seems awful just giving you up!' What a sweetie. Dumps me and she feels bad about it!
'Awful? I think it stinks! But I'm not much of an option for you, so I guess you gotta move on. I always knew you would, sooner or later.' Her head bowed ever so slightly, and she sighed.
'Mmm. I s'pose your right about that as well.'
'Yeah, real clever dick me!' She looked up. The mischievous look on her face, the Jasmine I loved so much!
'Clever? Yeah, and its talented too. Great piece of work that!' We both chuckled, the atmosphere lifting a little. Then she brought it all crashing down.
'I'll miss him though. I'll never forget. You were my first. That can't be changed.' I took her in my arms and hugged her. Tears streamed down my face.
'I'll always be there for you, no matter what.' I said. We stood there for a minute, naked, hugging each other and both of us crying buckets of tears.

I walked her to the bus stop, and she kissed me goodbye as she got on the number twelve. This was different. We usually walked back to my house and spent a hour or two fucking each other's brains out. That was now a thing of the past.

I stood alone in the High Street, staring at my reflection in the window of the empty Woolworths store opposite. Who was that guy? How come he got so lucky with such a beautiful teenager and got away with it? What did she see in him that lasted for, what was it, three months?

Time, tide and beautiful women wait for no man.

Jasmine had moved on. And good luck to her too. She deserves the best that life can give her. Some guy is going to be a really lucky husband one day. Hope he doesn't mind her not being a virgin though! I, however, was back to the old routine of getting up, watching a movie, and going to bed. What a bummer. But that's life.

A few weeks later, (oddly enough as I was taking in the milk) she appeared again. Jasmine that is.
'Uh, Hello! I just got that 'Deja Vu' feeling! How you doin'?' She smiled sheepishly at me.
'I'm fine. Nice to see you again.'
'Mmm....nice to see you too! What you been up to then, anything good?'
'No, not really.' Something in her tone of voice told me there was something on her mind.
'Want a cuppa? I've just made a pot.' She chewed her lip. I knew exactly what she was thinking. 'No strings attached, just a cup of tea! Promise!' She relaxed and smiled.
'OK. That would be nice.

In the kitchen I poured two mugs of tea and we stared at each other over the kitchen table.
'School finished for the summer then, has it?' It was the first week in August and the road had been very quiet during the day. Sure sign of school holidays!
'Yeah, six weeks.' It suddenly dawned on me that if there was no school, what the hell was she doing here anyway?
'My Dad's taking us all to Pakistan next week, for a month....should be good.' She obviously couldn't get around to telling me what was on her mind, so I prompted her.
'What's up? Just tell me. I can see you got a problem.' She seemed oddly shy. Not like Jasmine at all. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, took a mouthful of tea, and tried to start again, but nothing came out!

'Hmm. Something you feel too embarrassed about to tell me. Must be your love life. Not pregnant are you? Or got a nasty rash or something?'
'No! Course not!' she retorted somewhat angrily. 'If you're just going to be nasty, I'll go!' I'd obviously put my foot in it.
'Sorry....only trying to help. What is it though? Come on, this is me you're talking to! Hell, we must be close enough for you to tell me anything!' Her expression softened a little and her shoulders dropped a fraction. She swirled the tea around her mug and stared at it.

'Wanted to ask a favour, but I don't think it's such a good idea now I'm here.' She was still looking into her mug. This wasn't the old Jasmine I knew. Something different. She wanted to hide something.
'Well, I can only say no, and I probably won't. You should have a little more faith, lover!' She coloured up a little at the word 'lover'.
'OK. But I don't think you'll like it.' She still hadn't looked me in the eye. 'Can I borrow your house?' I stared at her.

'Borrow my house? What you gonna do with it? Take it to Pakistan for a month?' She shook her head.
'No, don't be silly. You see, me and Connor, we want to....er....you're not gonna like this....'
'You and Connor? He your knew boyfriend then?' She nodded vigorously. 'And you want to borrow my house?' More nodding. 'You want to bring him here? Does he know who I am, about us?'
'Yes, he knows we went out, but I didn't say we had sex. He knows I wasn't a virgin, but I didn't say it was you.
'So you've done it with him then?'
'Oh, yeah, like we did the first time, you know, hands on the wall?' I smiled. How could I forget! 'But it's not the same as being in bed, is it? Can't have a cuddle and relax after.'
'Um. Right. Well, I can see your problem. Can't go home with him, and probably can't go to his house either. So you thought of me! Well, I hadn't expected this sort of thing, but hey, what are friends for, huh? You want to make sure he's waiting for you when you get back from Pakistan, and giving him a good seeing to before you go should do the trick! Reasonable thinking, I suppose.' She was nodding again, but she still hadn't held my eye. There was more to this than she was telling.
'It's OK then? You don't mind?'
'I can't say I don't mind. I'm as jealous as hell! But OK, If you want to, as I said, it's what friends are for. When you want to bring him? And I suppose you don't want me downstairs listening to the bed springs, huh?'

She giggled a bit. Old cocky stirred. Her giggles trigger all sorts of fantasies for me!
'How about tomorrow? Or is that too soon?'
'Tomorrow? No rush then!' She frowned. 'Only kidding. What time you going to be here, and when can I come back home?'
'One, until, say, three?'
'Blimey, not lost your appetite then! I'll leave a key under the empty milk bottle, and clean sheets on the bed. Happy?'
'Yeah, thanks, Andy. I'd better be off. Connor's waiting for me at MacDonald's. He'll be chuffed!'
'Who wouldn't be! He's a lucky guy. Don't you let him forget that!' She thanked me again, and trundled off.

I sat in the kitchen mulling things over. She really takes the piss that Jasmine. Wants to borrow my house to fuck her new guy in comfort. Cheek of it! But there again, if you don't ask you don't get. I'd told her that plenty. But something was wrong. She had avoided eye contact with me all the time. Usually she's in your face, up front, big beautiful eyes gazing into yours. Something was definitely amiss. What a pity I couldn't be a fly on the wall. Seeing Jasmine getting a strong young buck fucking the living daylights out of her would be the treat of a lifetime!

It was at this point my darker, more perverted (it is possible) side stirred and came to life.