Cougars (25 page)

“Oh yeah. I know what you mean. You'd like to hit that, wouldn't you?” Travis toyed with Sam's lustful nature.

“Ooo, man! If I were to get some of that, I'd probably lose my mind. Jasmine has a sexy stride that very few women have. The way she walks just says, ‘let's fuck.' And when she wears a skirt! I'm like,
damn
! She has the butt that goes
pow
! And those big, thick legs. Shit. She can have all of my paycheck.” Sam laughed over his words.

“Yeah, she is fine.” Travis agreed only to gain his trust. “Listen, Sam, I'm in kind of a jam here. I need to get some information out of Jasmine's office, but she's locked the door. I would call her back, but I don't want her to have come all the way back here.”

“Yeah, she probably wouldn't like that, but I would.” He laughed like a complete goofball and was getting on Travis's bad side rather quickly.

“Look, do you have a master key?” Travis asked.

“Oh, yeah. I can open the door for you. It's not a problem. Let me get the key out of the back and I'll meet you up there,” Sam said.

J
UST
AS HE'D PROMISED, Sam came up with the master key and opened the door to Jasmine's office. Travis thanked Sam and then shooed him away. He went into Jasmine's file cabinet and found the folder on female sexual dysfunction. When he opened it, the first thing he saw was a memo to Helen from Jasmine listing all of the reasons why his project should be scrapped.

“Why you sneaky little tramp!” Travis growled as he plopped down in a nearby seat and read the memo in its entirety. “So you really believed that my experiments were total failures! I can't believe you stabbed me in the back like this, Jasmine! This project was my masterpiece.” Travis was now furious.

“I'm going to get back at you for this. I'll show you. My work is not crackpot science!” Travis rested his elbows on her desk and locked his fingers into a praying position. “I can't take not being
in control of my own destiny. From now on, I'm going to do things the way I want them done.” With that logic, Travis had made a critical and decisive move. He'd just given himself permission to break all the rules and completely ignore protocol.

T
RAVIS
DECIDED TO PLAY ALONG with Jasmine's little game of deception. Now that he knew what she'd secretly done, he wanted to see if she'd own up to it or just let him believe that the project was scrapped because of a corporate decision. When he came to work the next day, he immediately went into her office.

“Knock, knock,” Travis said as he peeped inside. Jasmine was sitting at her desk writing something.

“Hello, Travis.” Her voice was cold and uncaring.

“Do you have a moment?” Travis asked.

“Not right now, Travis. Why don't you schedule an appointment to see me?” Jasmine was giving him the cold shoulder. She didn't appreciate him screaming at her and was even more pissed off that he didn't call her the night before to clear the air.

“This will only take a moment, my love.” Travis ignored her insistence on him making a formal appointment.

Jasmine looked up at him and noticed something was a little off. She couldn't exactly put her finger on what was different about him.

“I came to apologize to you. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm sorry.” Travis worked hard to sell his sincerity to her. There was a long moment of silence before Jasmine finally gave in and accepted his regret.

“You were angry and said some things you probably didn't mean. Let's put the entire incident behind us and let's make sure it doesn't happen again,” Jasmine said.

“Deal. Is there anything additional you'd like to say?” Travis was giving her a chance to come clean.

“No,” she answered.

“Are you sure?” Travis asked.

Jasmine thought for a moment and then said, “Let's schedule some
us time
this week.”

Travis was very disappointed with her but he agreed. “Yes. I'd like that,” he said.

“How about Friday evening? I'll cook dinner and we can stay in and watch a movie or something.”

“That's sounds wonderful.”

“What would you like?” Jasmine asked, feeling as if she was making progress with him.

“How about salmon and pasta,” Travis suggested.

“Do you really want fish?” Jasmine asked.

“I think it's appropriate. Especially when there is something fishy going on.” Travis laughed, but Jasmine didn't find any humor in what he'd said.

“Are you going to let me in on the joke?” Jasmine asked.

“It's just something I used to always say to my mom when I was a child.” Travis winked at her. “I'm going to go into my office and do some work. Ta-ta, my dear,” Travis said and walked out.

T
RAVIS
SPENT A CONSIDERABLE AMOUNT OF TIME working on the formula. He was determined more than ever to get it right and try it out on Jasmine. He was closer to perfecting the serum than she thought.

Friday evening Jasmine and Travis were sitting at her kitchen table enjoying a wonderful dinner. Jasmine was happy because she was getting to spend time with Travis that she felt was important to the continued development of their relationship. Travis, on the other hand, was searching for the perfect moment to try out his aphrodisiac on Jasmine. As soon as they finished
with dinner, Travis picked up the plates and placed them in the kitchen sink. He then went to a nearby coat closet and removed a small leather pouch from the pocket of his trench coat. Travis then walked into the bathroom, unzipped the pouch and removed one small jar of a clear liquid. He shook it a few times and then looked at his reflection in the mirror.

Do it
, he told himself.
Don't back out now
. Travis took a few deep breaths, then zipped up the pouch that contained several more doses of the liquid.

Meanwhile, Jasmine decided that she wanted to hear some music. She plugged in her iPod into the docking station and selected her love songs play list. The first song that came on was “Chocolate High” by India.Arie & Musiq Soulchild. Jasmine popped her fingers as she listened to lyrics.

“EVERY TIME I HEAR THIS SONG, I THINK ABOUT US,” Jasmine admitted as she grooved to the music. “Come dance with me, Travis,” she added, feeling good.

“I'll be right there in a moment, babe. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Yes. There is a bottle on the countertop,” Jasmine informed him.

“I see it,” Travis said. He removed two wine glasses from the cupboard and filled Jasmine's with both the wine and the liquid. Travis popped a Viagra he'd taken from the supply room at the lab. He walked back into the room and gave her the glass. Without thinking twice, she drank a healthy amount of it and then looked at the glass strangely.

“Boy, that has a kick to it,” Jasmine said, setting the glass down.

“What do you mean?” Travis asked, wanting to know every detail of what she was feeling.

“I don't know, it just has an unusual kick to it,” Jasmine repeated.

“Does it taste good?” Travis asked as he took a sip.

“It tastes fine. Actually, I want some more,” she said and picked the glass back up to finish off her drink. Jasmine focused her attention back on Travis. She rested her arms on his shoulders and gazed into his eyes.

“Do I make you happy?” Jasmine asked, wanting to hear his words of endearment.

“Yes,” Travis said, swaying back and forth with her to the groove.

“Look in my eyes and tell me. Don't look away. Do I make you happy?” Jasmine asked once again. Travis stared into her beautiful green eyes and told her a bold-faced lie.

“Yes, you make me happy.”

Jasmine smiled and rested her cheek against his chest. Travis knew all she wanted was to hear the words, even if his lips were lying to her.

“You make me happy as well and if we make each other happy, then we just can't lose. Love will win,” Jasmine said as the song ended.

“Let's go into your bedroom,” Travis suggested.

“Yeah, let's do that because I'm starting to feel all very hot and naughty.”

They walked upstairs and into Jasmine's bedroom. Jasmine sat down on the edge of her bed and patted a spot next to her.

“Come sit next to me.”

Travis sat next to Jasmine and looked into her eyes. He noticed that they appeared to be turning a shade greener than normal.

“I want to work on us. I think we have a wonderful relationship. I mean, we're both intelligent people, we get along with each other, we share common ground and we like each other. I want to be with you, so-bad.” Jasmine stopped talking for a moment.
She felt herself getting very hot. “It's hard for me to admit this, but I'm so hooked on you, Travis. I tried not to let my feelings grow, but they have and I think—” Jasmine stood up and started fanning herself with her hand.

“Damn, are you hot?” Jasmine looked back at Travis.

“No,” he said, feeling the virile part of him come alive.

“Suddenly I'm having a very bad hot flash,” Jasmine said as she reached up and turned the ceiling fan on high. “God, I've got to get out of these clothes.” Jasmine started frantically removing her skirt, blouse, pantyhose and undergarments. Once she was completely naked, Travis marveled at her beauty. Her smooth caramel skin, full succulent breasts, and erect chocolate nipples. Her flat stomach, sexy belly button and the hourglass shape of her pubic hair. Her muscular thighs, drumstick calves and painted toes.

“Ooo, I just suddenly feel like touching myself,” Jasmine said as she pinched her nipples with her hand and rubbed her fingers between her thighs. “Damn, baby, I'm just feeling like I need it. Take off your damn clothes!”

Travis was very excited. The formula was working and he couldn't wait to indulge himself and discover a side of Jasmine that was untapped.

“Hurry up!” Jasmine said, stepping toward him and ripping his shirt off. She unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants and then pulled them down to his ankles. Travis quickly stepped out of them. Jasmine yanked his underwear down and took his Pride in her hands. The Viagra had kicked in and Travis was erect and ready.

“This dick is so good to me,” Jasmine cooed as she put him in the cave of her mouth. She worked her mouth and tongue while stimulating herself and simultaneously rubbing her fingers across her swollen clit. As Jasmine's orgasm began to swell like an ocean
tide, she took her mouth off of his cock and screamed while she squeezed his dick. “Ahhhhhh! Shit! Come on, put it in. Hurry up.” Jasmine had transformed into a totally different type of lover. She was much more aggressive and passionate in a way that Travis had never seen in any of the women with whom he'd been intimate.

Jasmine bent over at the waist and rested her hands on the bed. “Stop screwing around, Travis, and fuck me.” Travis came up behind her and inserted himself into her pussy which was as wet as the ocean.

“Goddamn, Jasmine!” Travis said, amazed at how well the formula was working.

Travis began pounding Jasmine as hard as he could. Her goddess intermittently clutched his manhood with remarkable strength. Jasmine elevated to her tiptoes and raised her ass for him.

“Get in there!” she pleaded with him. Travis squeezed her ass muscles as tightly as he could and extended himself inside her as far as humanly possible.

“Oh, God!” Jasmine screamed at the top of her voice. Travis was amazed by the constant stream of her silky and slick love juices which raged forth like a waterfall. He looked down at his glistening cock, then pulled out of her just in time to witness Jasmine squirting on him and the floor.

“Oh my God!” Jasmine collapsed on the bed. She was out of breath and panting hard. “That's never happened before.”

“That's because this dick is so good to you,” Travis's over-inflated ego was speaking for him now.

“I've never felt this way in my life,” Jasmine admitted as she tried to catch her breath. “What are you doing to me? Why does it feel so good? I want you so bad, baby.” Jasmine's emotions began to take over. “I want to do things to you that no other woman ever has. I want to make you feel as good as I do.”

“Will you take it in the ass for me?” Travis asked.

“Yes, baby. You can fuck my ass,” Jasmine agreed. “I have some lubricant in the top dresser drawer.”

“Go get it,” Travis said.

Jasmine moved over to her dresser and retrieved the lubricant along with her vibrator.

“Lay down on your back, and bend your knees up to your ears so I can get in your tight ass.” Without even challenging the position, Jasmine willingly rolled her knees up to her ears.

“Yeah, that's it. Right there,” Travis said as he spread the lubricant between her ass cheeks and around her anus. He then carefully inserted the head of his Pride into her butt. Jasmine cried out.

“Oh my God! I can't believe I'm doing this and it doesn't hurt!” Jasmine cried out.

“You like what I'm doing to you?” he asked her.

“Yes,” Jasmine said as she clawed at his legs. “Get all in there. Pound my ass. Please. It hurts so good.”

Travis pounded her the way she'd asked. As he pumped in and out of her ass, Jasmine reached for her vibrator and turned it on. The device came alive. The cock-shaped toy had a rotating head and three speeds—low, medium and high. Jasmine set the dial to high. She then inserted it into her soaking wet pussy.

“That's what I'm talking about. Get nasty with it.” At that moment Jasmine had a very strange experience. She felt as if she was outside of her body looking down at herself. She was in a euphoric state of mind. Everything felt marvelous to her. The pain, the pleasure, the feel of Travis's sweat bursting on her skin, the scent of their sex and the vibrations of their lovemaking noises all seemed to clash together and detonate inside of her with the force of a nuclear bomb. Jasmine squirted again, spewing her wetness all over Travis's abdomen. She felt her body go
limp, as if her body were a ship adrift in space. It was so quiet, and peaceful. Jasmine never wanted the feeling to end. She believed that Travis's lovemaking ability was so potent that it was addictive. And all she wanted to do was get high off of his love. Travis pulled out and shot his load on her breasts, chin, and stomach. She rubbed it around on her skin and then gobbled up his sweetness off of her fingertips. He tasted so good.