"So I was just a fucking bet?"
"Well, I was just a dare, right?"
"Don't you fucking dare to compare some innocent
flirting with taking someone's virginity."
• --- •
Jasmine Leclerc gets dared to flirt with current WDC Max Verstappen, while Max in...
♬ ❝ If I knew it all then, would I do it again? Would I do it again? ❞ ♬
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»»———— ★ ————«« 10 hours until summer break Sunday - Race Day - Belgium
I woke up with Jasmine still next to me, a few strands of her hair covering the side of her face that was turned to me. She was wearing my shirt; it hung loosely around her body.
The sex was amazing and very much unexpected. And maybe that's why Jasmine was so tense. Surely, she had sex before, right? She must have had.
Her dilated pupils, her wet parted lips, the faint blush on her cheeks, the way her eyes rolled back, and the way her fingers tugged on my hair as she climaxed– everything about her was etched into my memory.
She didn't give me the idea she hadn't had sex before.
Jasmine had a boyfriend before me. Two actually. Charles complained about both of them every chance he got. One of them was a 'paresseux connard', and the other was a pushy hormonal teenager.
She mumbled something in her sleep, and I carefully pushed the loose strands of hair out of her face. Her lips slowly curled up in a smile.
Her eyelids fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the light in my room. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, almost satisfied. With a smile, she closed her eyes again and crawled closer to me.
"What time is it?" She asked me.
"Too early," I replied, wrapping my arms around her and kissing the top of her head. "Let's sleep a little longer."
She nodded, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she turned around and crawled against me.
»»———— ★ ————«« 7,5 hours until summer break
The room was quiet, except for the soft sounds of morning traffic. I draped my arm protectively over her; my shirt shifted from her shoulder and showed me just a tease of what had been naked last night.
Jasmine's eyelids fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the light in my room. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, almost satisfied. With a smile, she closed her eyes again and snuggled closer to me.
"Merde!" She shot up; her eyes were wide, and the panic in her face suddenly rushed through me, too. "Charles va me tuer." (Shit! Charles is going to kill me)
"Jasmine, slow down; I don't speak French," I tried to calm her, but she pushed herself off me and almost tripped out of the bed.
"Putain, putain, putain. Je suis tellement morte." (Fuck, fuck, fuck. I am so dead)
Jasmine threw my shirt over her head on the ground, and for a second, I was solely focused on her naked body again, but I quickly shook my head. Jasmine gathered her clothes, changing into them, still cursing in French.
