The Story

Chapter Two

Him

“Hello Anthony.”

“Hello Jasmine.”

Could it really be her? I couldn’t believe that she was standing right in front of me again. In an instant, all of our memories together came rushing back. Part of me felt as if no time had passed between us. Another part, felt like it had been a century since I had last seen her.

I tried to think of something to say, but for some reason, my mind chose this particular moment to go completely blank; because my brain is so sweet like that. I started to say something, something that was probably going to be extremely intelligent, when she asked, “How have you been? It’s been what, almost two years?”

I fought the urge to just wrap her in my arms and kiss her right on the spot and said, “Ya. Something like that. I’ve been better. How about you?”

She smiled her dazzling smile and replied curiously, “Been better? About the same….”

She got a rather dark look on her face, as if she was remembering something that she rather not. But, just as quick as the look came, it was gone from her face. She asked me again, “What do you mean ‘been better’?”

I smiled toward her and replied, “Well, you know the girl that I was dating the last time we spoke?”

She thought for a moment, then said, “Oh, yes! I remember her. If I’m recalling correctly, then she was quite the little whore and slightly a bitch to you?”

“Oh ya, that’s the one. Anyway, she slept with my best friend and got knocked up from it then tried to blame it on me and demanded that I give her money.”

She turned extremely red, then said, “Wait, so does that mean that y’all….”

I almost started laughing, but then I realized that she was serious. I replied, “Well, ya. But, trust me when I say, it wasn’t even an option for her to be knocked up by me.”

She turned as red as a strawberry, almost making the redish tones in her hair shine out even more. I laughed then continued on with my little story. “Anyway, she was knocked and she wanted me to give her roughly $500 for some unknown reason. Isn’t she just a good person?”

“Of course. Why did she want the money?”

“To this day, I still don’t know; and honestly, I really don’t care.”

She looked like she was considering something deeply, but it seemed that she wasn’t going to voice her opinions on the matter.

I was about to say something to her, when I heard Mr. Larry say, “Come on guys, time to start class.”

I looked at her and asked her, “Where are you sitting?”

She looked slightly shocked then replied, “I’ll probably sit next to Olivia…but, I should have an extra seat next to me….”

She immediately started blushing again then I quickly said before she could change her mind, “Could I sit next to you then?”

I could tell that both of us were blushing profusely. She said, while red as a tomato, “Sure. I guess if you want to…as long as you don't mind sitting next to your sister....”

She smiled at me again and we headed over to the little circle where we usually have our lessons

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During the entire lessons, we were sneaking looks at one another. It felt as if we were trying to keep the little looks as secretive as possible. I felt like I was in some kind of spy novel, exchanging secret looks as if trying to convey some sort of message, using only our eyes.

I tried to make it where Olivia wouldn't notice, knowing that she would give me hell for it later at home and would probably never shut up about it.

Once the lesson was finished, I saw Jasmine walk over to the divider wall in the youth room to pick up her shoes, and I decided to be daring. I walked over to her and tapped her on the shoulder, thinking how I wanted to say this. She turned around, looking deep in thought, and seemed rather shocked when she realized that it was me that tapped her on the shoulder.

I asked her something that I couldn’t believe that I actually had the courage to ask, “Hey, Jasmine?”

“What’s up?”

“Uh…I was wondering…uh...could you help me with the…uh…sound stuff during the service? I need a helper….”

I trailed off, not wanting to blurt out the fact that I just wanted to get her alone, finally.

She laughed and said, “Of course. I know that you just want to get me alone.”

I almost choked on my own air, somehow. I started coughing furiously then finally looked up at her. She was beaming in confidence that sometimes I wish that I had. She winked at me, then laughed to herself and walked toward the sanctuary.

I smiled to myself then started walked out of the youth room, headed for the sanctuary right after her.

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I started walking up the stairs toward the sound booth and started thinking about all of the things that could happen while we were up there; and thinking of that, make some nice memories come back to mind.

Three years ago…

I was walking up the stairs behind her, thinking about how nice her ass looked in those very tight jeans wondering if the only reason that she was wearing them was merely to turn me on….

I continued to follow her, trying to think of something that I could do in order to , calm myself down, but just as I was really getting my mind going, she turned and said to me, “You know, this sound booth gives great privacy…”

She grabbed me by my arm and hauled me up the stairs. Once we got to the top, she laid down on the floor very seductively. I tried to keep myself as calm as possible, but it really didn’t work.

“You know, you could always come and sit with me…or do whatever you wanted…” she purred.

I struggled to come up with something to say, but she beat me to it by making one of the most sex based faces that I had ever seen her make.

I almost fell to my knees, going over to her and wrapping my arms around her while we were on the floor. “What’s gotten into you?”

She smiled deviously and said in a low, breathy, voice, “You know I’ve always liked to play….”

She started playing with my hair and nibbling on my ear. I started planting little kisses onto her neck, trying to stifle the moans rising up in my throat. I slipped my hands up under her shirt and started playing with the clasp on her bra.

She immediately grabbed my hand, her confidence fading ever so slightly. To cover it up, she pressed her very soft lips against mine, making my soul soar with happiness.

I immediately started kissing her back, biting the bottom of her lip and grazing it with my tongue, asking for entrance into her sweet mouth. She clamped her mouth shut, teasing me. I enjoyed when she played hard to get, but it had never stopped me, so why would I stop now?

I tried to tickle her, trying to make her where her mouth would open up. But, she wouldn’t budge. But, I would not give up that easily. I slipped one hand under her shirt and started tracing the strong line of her breasts, and began tracing little patterns on the edge.

She was shaking with pleasure, and her mouth flung open and I took advantage of her moment of discrepancy. I let my tongue travel all the way around her mouth, exploring every surface. Our tongues battled for dominance, all the while the church service just continued on, not once needing me.

We lay on the floor of the sound booth, just making out, snuggling, and doing couple stuff. And right then, everything was perfect; absolutely perfect.