Cougars (10 page)

“I have no clue.” Lauren glanced at Harrison. “Shit, now you've got me wondering what he's working with.”

Jasmine sucked air through her teeth. “Shit, I'd screw his young ass all night long and keep his face buried between my thighs,” Jasmine said as she watched him place a compact disc in the player.

“You need some dick and in a bad way,” Lauren said as she stood on her mat.

“Tell me something I don't know,” Jasmine joked. “I'm going to fuck him though.”

“Well, stand in line, girlfriend, because you're not the only one who wants a piece of that. I'm sure every woman in here is longing for a round in the sack with him.”

Jasmine huffed. “I don't care about these bitches in here. I'm not trying to marry him. I just want to play with him for a little while and teach him about life.”

“You're going to mess around and break his heart,” Lauren said.

“I doubt that. I'm just going to show him a thing or two.” Jasmine laughed as yet another wicked thought flashed across her mind.

“You are a mess, Jasmine.”

“Nah, I'm just a free spirit. I'm a liberated and sexually unconstrained woman who is only doing what men have been doing since the dawn of time. I'm just getting my freak on.” Jasmine laughed yet again.

“Speaking of freaky, you won't believe what I did last night,” Lauren whispered.

“Did you do something really nasty?” Jasmine's attention was now focused on her sister.

“Girl,
nasty
isn't the word for it. What I did is illegal in all fifty states,” Lauren confessed.

“Yeah right, you're too reserved and mild mannered. Besides, you don't have the guts to step outside of your comfort zone.”

“You don't know me like you think you do. Trust me, I was way out of my comfort zone. LeMar and I drove downtown to the boat harbor near Soldier Field.”

“He's the young guy you've been seeing, right?” Jasmine asked.

“He's not that young; he's in his thirties,” Lauren said.

“And you're forty-six and thirteen years older than him, which makes you a Cougar whether you want to admit it or not.”

“Whatever, all I know is that sex with him is fucking liberating,” Lauren said as Harrison instructed everyone to begin doing light
warm-up exercises. “He brought along some marijuana for us to smoke while we strolled along the lakefront and admired the luxury houseboats.”

“But you don't smoke,” Jasmine said, utterly surprised by what Lauren was telling her.

“Well, I did the other night—well, that morning actually because it was around two-thirty a.m.”

“But why?” Jasmine asked, trying to understand her motive.

“Dumb animal curiosity, I suppose. The dumber the shit sounded, the more excited I was about doing it,” Lauren answered honestly.

“Okay, so how dumb did you get?”

“I had no idea that weed could make me so fucking hot. I mean I knew I was high, but I liked it and all I wanted to do was fuck. So LeMar comes up with the dumb-ass idea of sneaking onto one of the empty houseboats.”

“No you didn't!” Jasmine tried to keep her voice low, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

“Girl, I don't even remember how we got on the boat. All I know is that it was exciting as hell being at the stern of the boat with my skirt above my hips and my ass in the air.”

“Which part is the stern?” Jasmine asked because she couldn't remember.

“The back of it.”

“Okay, go on,” Jasmine said.

“It was just wild, that's all. I felt as if I were living on the edge,” Lauren said as Harrison instructed everyone to do jumping jacks.

“I do believe LeMar has turned you out.” Jasmine gave her sister a knowing glance.

“No he hasn't.”

“That's what your mouth says, but I know better.” Jasmine continued to follow Harrison's instructions.

E
ARLY
AFTERNOON ON S
UNDAY
, Jasmine got up early and took care of some house cleaning chores she'd been neglecting. She dragged her unpacked suitcase down to the laundry room and began unpacking the clothes she'd taken to New York. During the process of checking her blue jean pants pocket, she came across the business card that Alex had given to her. She looked at it and laughed.

“I will not be calling you,” she said as she ripped up his card and tossed the pieces into a nearby trashcan. She went back up-stairs into her kitchen, grabbed a note pad from a drawer and began making a shopping list. She then put on a pair of jeans and her favorite button-down shirt and headed out to a nearby grocery store.

Jasmine meandered from aisle to aisle picking up the items she needed. When she arrived at the checkout counter the line was long. To kill time she checked her cell phone for messages.

“Hey, how are you?” Jasmine glanced up and saw Harrison standing next to her. She placed her phone back inside her purse.

“Well, hey, handsome. What are you doing here?” Jasmine perked up. Her boring and mundane chores were about to get interesting.

“Just picking up some personal stuff. What about you?” he asked.

“I'm doing the same thing,” she admitted as she undressed him with her eyes.

“So do you like the yoga class?” he asked with a hint of bashfulness in his voice.

“You have no idea how much I like it. You're so strong and flexible and I'm all tight.” Jasmine accented the word “tight” so that he'd pick up the hint that she was flirting with him.

Harrison laughed. “Where are you ‘tight' at?” he asked.

Jasmine glided her hand seductively down her side and around the bow of her hips. “I'm tight all over, but my hips are extra tense. Maybe you can help stretch them out, really, really wide.” Jasmine looked deeply into his eyes so that he could see every naughty thought she had.

Harrison licked his lips and the moment Jasmine saw his succulent tongue, she wanted it in her mouth. “So what are you saying? You want a private session?”

“Come here.” Jasmine wiggled her index finger so that he'd lean in closer. She wanted to make absolutely certain that he heard what she was about to tell him. Once he drew closer, she pressed her cheek against his. She liked the coarse feel of his razor stubble against her soft skin. She cradled the back of his head and whispered, “I want an intimate session with just you and me stretching and exploring each other. I want you to spread open your legs so that I can lick your balls and suck all of the juice out of that delicious-looking cock of yours. Have I made myself clear?” Jasmine let her last sentence linger in midair and awaited a response.

“Yes.” Harrison laughed nervously.

“Did that make your dick hard?” Jasmine asked, wanting him to volley back and forth with seductive chatter. But Harrison was young and hadn't yet perfected that part of his seduction techniques, so Jasmine had to help him along a little.

“Very much so.” Harrison tried to pull away, but Jasmine wouldn't release him. Instead she stepped a little closer, and without concern for who might be looking, she slid her hand down and squeezed his pride.

“I want simple and uncomplicated sex from you.” She continued to pour her seductive words into his ear. Harrison flinched as goose bumps formed on his skin. He finally pulled away from her and took a few deep breaths to gather himself.

“Give me your contact number, Harrison,” Jasmine demanded as she took her cell phone out again. Harrison gave her his number.

“You know… If you've got time, I know of a place we can go that's not too far from here,” Harrison said. The uncertain look on his face still suggested that he was somewhat fearful of being rejected, as if she didn't really mean everything she'd said.

“Really? You want me that badly?” Jasmine asked.

“Hell yes!” He flashed his boyish and charming smile.

“Then you'll need loads of stamina. Is that something you have?” She knew the answer to her question, but she enjoyed watching his eyes dart from left to right as he searched for the perfect answer to her inquiry.

“Yes.” He swallowed hard and then leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I'm always hard.”

“Wonderful. Later this afternoon I'm going to call you. At that time you can tell me where you are and I'll come to you.”

“Okay. That'll give me plenty of time to take care of a few arrangements,” Harrison said.

“I'll see you later.” Jasmine winked at him.

A
S
PROMISED, J
ASMINE
CALLED H
ARRISON
and he gave her the address to a popular spa that offered private rooms for couples. She packed a small bag filled with one of her most revealing lingerie pieces.

When she arrived, Harrison was waiting for her in the lobby. When he saw her, he smiled gleefully, then took her by the hand and escorted her back to the suite he'd secured. It was immediately apparent to Jasmine that he was rather familiar with the place by his thorough knowledge of the multiple corridors. The spa suite he'd rented out for the day was beautifully decorated and featured a heart-shaped whirlpool, two massage tables and a
king-sized bed. A popular melody by Snoop Dogg called “Sensual Seduction” was playing. Jasmine couldn't stand the rapper, but for some reason she didn't mind the fact that this particular song was playing. The lighting was ideal, not too bright and not too dark.

“This is nice,” Jasmine said, impressed with the place.

“I thought you'd like it here.” Harrison locked the door and approached her from behind. Her pulled her into him and began kissing the back of her neck.

“My, you're certainly ready for some action.” Jasmine could feel his erection pressing against her ass.

“I have wanted you for a long time,” he whispered as he continued to shower her with kisses.

“Really? Why didn't you say anything?” Jasmine tilted her neck to the left and then slowly swung her chin toward her right shoulder so that she could hear every word clearly.

“I was afraid to and besides, I had no idea of what to say. So I just sat back and admired you. Sometimes I'd purposely stand behind you when you were doing the downward dog movement and fantasize about fucking you in that position.”

“If you keep talking like that, I just might let you do it. But I believe in what is good for the goose is good for the gander. I want you to get in the downward dog position with your palms flat on the floor, your legs spread apart and your ass in the air so that I can put your balls in my mouth.”

“That sounds so hot. I've never had anyone to talk to me like that before.”

“That's because I know what I want,” Jasmine said. “Now take off your clothes and go get in the shower. I'll join you there in a moment,” Jasmine instructed.

Harrison slowly undressed in front of her so she could see his body. His tight white briefs barely kept his dick restrained.

“Damn, you look fantastically sexy.” Jasmine liked his athletic body. He had a wide chest, muscular arms, a sexy and well-developed midsection and a long dick that stood at attention.

“Don't take too long,” Harrison said before he stepped away.

“I won't,” Jasmine assured him. Jasmine removed her street clothes and slipped into a sexy purple sequined and sheer net baby doll dress and her matching G-string. When she heard the water hissing from the shower, she decided to let Harrison see what she had on. The material on her outfit was very light and she didn't care if it got wet. Jasmine stood in the doorway of the bathroom, observing him as he washed his body. The way the water cascaded down his chocolate skin was too sexy for words. Harrison finally noticed her watching him.

“Damn!” he said and quickly turned off the water.

When he stepped out, Jasmine focused her attention on his erect cock. He had a fair amount of pubic hair, which she'd address with him at a later time. His dick, however, was swollen and pointing directly at her, eager to take her on and satisfy her lust.

Jasmine stepped forward and lowered herself to her knees. She placed her right hand around his dick, raised it up toward his bellybutton. She placed the padded part of her thumb on the long vein at the base of his cock, just before his balls. She pressed gently while stroking it up and down until the head of his dick was oozing with pre-cum.

“Oh God!” Harrison said as he reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair. “Oh, that feels so damn good. You have no idea how much I want this.”

Jasmine stopped for a moment and glanced up at him.

“Are you going to fuck me good?”

“Yes, I promise,” Harrison cried out as Jasmine went back to work. Jasmine opened her mouth as wide as the sky and took in
his dick until she gagged on it. She then pulled it halfway out of her mouth, then sucked and stroked it, savoring the taste of his essence. Harrison's knees buckled and her experience immediately warned her that if she kept going, he was going to blast all of his hot liquid in her mouth. She kissed the head of it a few times for good measure before rising to her feet.

“Your turn. Get down on your knees,” Jasmine said as she took a shoulder-wide stance. Then she peeled back the fabric of her G-string, squeezed her ass cheeks and pushed her pelvis forward.

Harrison made wild and untrained flicking motions with his tongue. “Slower, baby,” she instructed him and like an obedient student he did as she commanded.

“Put your hands on my ass and squeeze it hard.” Harrison followed her every instruction.

“Right there. Don't move. That's my spot. Loop your tongue around in slow circles.” Once again Harrison complied.

“Oh that's it, baby.” Jasmine clutched a fist full of his hair and pulled it while simultaneously fucking his face with her hot pussy.

“Keep going. Keep going. Keep going,” she repeated over and over again. She raised her right leg and draped it over his shoulder and down his back.