No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

What was that?

JASMINE's POV

I sat on my couch at home, watching a cheesy game show. I'd spent the last half hour trying to convince my mom to work late tonight – Anthony  was coming over later. She'd been suspicious, but after a while, she figured she could use the extra money and decided to go ahead and take an extra shift.

I got off of my couch, and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I took a deep breath and started taking off my clothes. I looked down at myself, from my feet to my breasts, then pushed away any vivid images of Anthony  seeing what I was seeing now, and climbed into my shower.

I lathered myself with soap, then rinse, then repeated again. When I was sure I was fuly soaked with water, I took out the waxing strips my mom had gotten for me a few weeks ago – I'd never been bothered to use them until now.

When I was done waxing my legs, I decided to try to do my arms too, when that went succesfully, I looked down at my pelvic area. After getting out of the shower and stepping into the cold air, rummaging around in the medicine cabinet, and finding a lady razor, I climbed back into the shower, and started to shave my pubic hair.

When I was completely bare, I raised my hands, and did my underarms too. Great, I thought as I wrapped my bathrobe around me, Now I think I'm ready. I didn't know why I was going to theese lengths to prepare myself for Anthony . I mean, its not like I care about what he thought of how I looked. All I cared about was his dick, and that was it.

I went into my bedroom, and sat on my bed in my bathrobe. I was so glad I had the house to myself tonight. Mom was working, dad was working , and life was good.

My head jerked upwards when I heard the doorbell ring. This was it.

I suddenly decided that I didn't want t answer the door in nothing hut a bathrobe – I'd seem too eager. I ran to my room and pulled on the first things I could find – denim shorts and a pink tank top. Unfortunately, in my rush, I didn't put on any underwear. Well, unfortunately for me, extremely fortunate for Anthony .

The doorbell rang once more just before I opened to Anthony  was standing there – he was wearing a black tee shirt and blue denim jeans.

"Hey," I said lamely.

"Hi." He replied. I stood there, just staring at him, and he spoke up, "Are you gonna let me it,or would you prefer to do it in the hallways?"

I rolled my eyes, and walked back into the house, signalling for him to follow.

I went to the sink to get a glass of water and calm my nerves, facing the sink, I started to talk. "So hows this going to work, I mean do I have to buy you dinner or someth—"

"Jasmine ," He cut me off, I turned around, surprised to see he had silently moved to stand behind me.

"Y – yeah?..." I was stammering – so pathetically .

He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, I responded eagerly enough, pressing mine against his, he slid his tongue aginst my lips, and I took the hint and opened my mouth, and we began the battle for dominance.

I won, hands down, and pinned his tongue underneath mine. He growled softly, and wrapped my arms up around his neck.

He brought his hands down to my ass, playing with the shorts I was wearing, then, without warning, lifted me up off the ground. I smiled against his lips and ground my hips into his, pleased when I felt the bulge in between his legs.

He stopped kissing me and moved his lips lower, down to my neck and sucked gently on my collarbone. I let out a whimper, and I felt him smile. His lips moved up to my earlobe, and then he started walking over in the direction of my room. He layed me down on my bed, and he sat down beside me, then leaned down and continued kissing me.