No Angel - Beyonce
This chapter is slightly sexually charged.
Jasmine was laughing her head off now, but I was in shock. I just couldn't laugh.
"Sure, Terence, let's get real here." She laughed, cackled really, but she really had to get softer somehow.
Nobody knew that she was here. I had texted her parents from her phone and told her she was at Jade's house while she was sleeping and then I called Jade from her phone and explained everything to her and she agreed to pretend that Jasmine was there, but really.
I didn't mind lying to the world, if it meant that Jasmine would be protected.
And now here she was, cackling on my floor, drunk and on Viagra.
My dad kept a variety of those spirits around the house because after my mom left he took up drinking. He wasn't fond of the taste of alcohol and was more interested in physically being drink. Pink drinks get you drunk with you even realizing you've picked up a glass.
And for that Viagra and had been in the house for some time now, I wasn't sure why though. My dad wasn't in a relationship and he wasn't the kind to sleep around, but you can never believe everything your parents say after a certain age. If anything you just pretend to, but you are always sceptical of them all of the time, especially if they're anything like my dad.
I couldn't see my dad even thinking about sex talk less of actually having it, nor did I want to.
The worst part of being in a relationship with Jasmine was the lack of a physical aspect to it. It was there, but we'd always been limited because of the no sex ban. She'd wanted to wait to marriage and I told her I'd never force her into anything, but with her high on Viagra it was only a matter of time before she'd want to get it on and if she did lord knows I wanted to, she'd never forgive me for taking her virginity without her being fully aware of everything they had happened.
I watched her lying on her back. Slowly but surely she raised her legs into the air, but what was she doing? As soon as they been elevated and she'd straightened them she started to split them, like Beyonce's dancers had at her 2014 VMA performance, but the thing was she was never that flexible so her legs just stopped after some time. But that wasn't the worst part, because she started singing a very off key version of a song I wasn't familiar with.
"Baby put your arms around me tell me I'm a probl-"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm Beyonce and you're my Jay-Z." she sang out.
"What? No Jasmine, please just close your legs."
"NO! My legs are always closed, they need to breathe. I'm airing my vagina!" she said waving her legs around and opening and closing them down. As turned on as I was, all I could think of was what my dad would do if he came down and saw her like this. I knew she'd tried and sleep with him and he'd probably kick her and me out of the house, so I had to take her out.
"Jasmine, please stop."
"What, you don't like these sexy legs?" she said rubbing them, knowing full and well what she was doing to me. Even when she was drunk she knew how to get to me.
"You know I love those sexy legs, but we really can't be loud like this?"
"What else do you love about me?" she said battering her eyelashes at me, getting sexier by the minute, making the room feel smaller. I had to escape.
"If you come with me, I'll tell you."
She giggled. "You said cum." She grinned to herself. "Of course I'll cum with you."
