Chapter 11

I woke up alone, with the sun streaming in the window and bed clothes knotted around my legs. It was just as I was untangling myself that Jasmine came into the room. She was wearing a pair of blue silk pyjamas and carrying a tray. Her blond hair was brushed and tied back in a pony tail again. She put the tray down on the bed, and I saw that it carried toast and marmalade, coffee and orange juice and scrambled eggs and smoked salmon. My mouth watered.
“Breakfast in bed,” she smiled, “is all part of the service.”
I smiled back and reached for a glass of orange juice. “Thanks,” I said and gulped it down.
We munched in silence for a while.
Then she said, “I don’t make a habit of this, Kevin.”
I looked up at her but she was looking down at her eggs.
“Neither do I Jasmine,” I replied. “In fact,” I sat back against the head board. “This is the first time I’ve ever had breakfast in bed with a beautiful woman.”
She looked up and smiled at me. “I would have thought that you’d have had a lot of offers.”
“Well I’ve had my share,” I shrugged. “But I haven’t taken up very many.” I reached for another slice of toast. “I guess it must be my repressed Catholic upbringing, but I’ve always thought that sex was something special that unites two people and cements the bonds of love and trust between them.”
Jasmine had stopped eating.
“I’ve never considered lust to be a good enough reason to have sex with someone,” I said and then looked away.
“You’re looking for something serious, then?” she said.
“I know that I could get very used to having you in my life,” I looked back up to her. “And very used to being in your life.”
“I used to really fancy you, Kevin,” she spoke very softly. “I still do so I guess it could be love.” She shrugged, “But you never seemed to even notice me back then.”
“I was a fool then,” I replied and we looked into each other’s eyes. “But I’ve grown up since and now I realise what I’ve been missing all these years.”
“So what do you want now, Kevin,” she asked.
“I want someone to share my life with and to grow old and have kids with,” I said.
“So do I,” she replied.
I leaned forward and put my hand to her cheek. “Do you think that we might be able to make it together?” I whispered.
She looked into my eyes. “Oh yes, Kevin.” And we where in each others arms and we didn’t care where the breakfast things spilt. We just crushed each other in our embrace for a long, timeless moment.
Then a thought flared in the back of my mind. “Does this mean that you’ve spent the last four years waiting for me?” I asked.
“What !,” she sat back.
“It was just a thought,” I smiled, but she didn’t smile back.
“Typical man,” she flared. “Thinking that women have nothing better to do than sit around waiting for one of you to come into our lives and make us complete.”
“Well,” I looked down. “I’ve been waiting for someone to come into my life and make me complete.” And I had found her. And she hadn’t wanted me.
“Oh,” the anger slipped form her voice. She leaned towards me and put her hand to the side of my neck. She kissed my cheek. “I think I might have been waiting,” she said softly.
I put my arms around her and we hugged.
Then her lips where on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. And we kissed long and deep.
Her lips separated from mine and her tongue licked under my chin. I let my head roll back and she licked down across my throat. Her teeth pressed either side of my Adam’s apple. She pulled my skin back and forth, took smaller and bigger bites, sucked and licked.
She raised her head and asked, “Do you like this as much as I do?”
“What?” I looked down.
“Having your throat, worked on,” she kissed it lightly.
“You like having your throat chewed?” I asked, putting my hand on her neck.
“Yes,” she smiled back.
I sat up and hooking my fingers behind her neck pushed my thumb against her throat. She fell back against my leg. I gently squeezed and released and squeezed my hand again.
“You ever make it with a vampire?” I asked.
She smiled. “No,” she swallowed and I could feel her throat work as I gently held it.
I pulled her up and bent my head down to run my nose into her soft skin. I could feel the fast pulse in her jugular. I moved my thumb away and pinched some skin with my lips. Her breath hissed close to my ear. I moved my hand to the back of her head and ran my other down to cup her breast. I could feel the pulse in her neck on my lips and the pounding of her heart under my hand.
Opening my mouth I took as big a bite as I could. I sucked as much of her throat into my mouth as I could get. Then I ran my hand down her body and slipped my fingers into her vagina. I started to bite and suck and rub in time with each other. She put her hand to the back of my head and pressed my teeth even harder into her neck. While she ran her other hand down my body and gripped hard on my erection.
I worked on her for a timeless eternity, until she shuddered. I sat up a little and smiled down at her.
She returned the smile, then pushed me up and over onto my back. Straddling me, she crushed my hips between her tights, guiding me inside with one hand as she sank down, completely.
My arms where around her. One hand up to hook the opposite shoulder from behind, the other down to grasp her buttock. I tried to buck my hips. But she was a dead weight. A dead weight with my erection trapped gloriously inside her.
She started to move her hips. A rolling undulation. She gasped and I moaned as the ripples moved up my penis. She started a rhythm and I followed. We fell into a sea of sensual ecstasy and drowned in the depths of each other.
So once again I found myself caught up in an intense relationship at short notice. And this time the feelings seemed to be mutual. Or to be more truthful the situation was reversed. Jasmine was obviously head-over-heels in love with me. But I was still caught up on Alexandra. Ironic, no?
Yet maybe it was because I couldn’t fit Jasmine into the “object of my love” box in my mind that I could relate to her properly. I wasn’t constantly expecting her to behave in certain ways and being disappointed when she didn’t. I wasn’t expecting and so I didn’t look for signs that she mightn’t love me. and so I didn’t find any. I was still hung up on the fact that Alexandra didn’t love me, so all my insecurities were fully occupied by that and they didn’t have any time to work their way into my relationship with Jasmine.
Even though I didn’t categorise Jasmine as being the object of my love she fulfilled the criteria I wanted better that anybody else ever has. I found myself responding to her with out having to force myself. And with out having to explain away what she did in order to convince myself that she did love me. Maybe it was simply that she actually did love me and maybe I’d loved her a lot longer than I thought.
Over the next few months our relationship developed and deepened. We had so much in common, from politics and religion to how we liked to relax and enjoy ourselves. Oh in the small hours of the night when I woke up and couldn’t get to sleep thoughts of Alexandra would come and plague me. But come the morning I could push all thought of her to the back of my mind again and once again focus on Jasmine.
Jasmine and I did so many things together. Not only going out on dates to the theatre and cinema, but being introduced to each others friends and relations. I thought her the basics of photography and she taught me how to play tennis. She even got me to help redecorate the spare bedroom. It got to the stage that I spent half my time living there.
Our relationship had gotten serious without me noticing or, more importantly, worrying about it. But I didn’t think of moving in with her until Jasmine suggested it to me. It was a Saturday afternoon and we’d just got back from a shopping trip down town.
She flopped down on the sofa, while I fixed a couple of drinks for us.
“You know,” she said as I handed her glass. “You’ve been sleeping here every weekend for the last six months.”
I sipped my drink and nodded.
“And you’ve been shopping and cooking,” she smiled. “And even doing some laundry.”
“Yes?” I smiled back
She paused foe a moment the asked, “So why the hell don’t you just move in with me?”
“Because you haven’t asked me,” I replied.
“Well I’m asking now,” she said.
“Well I think it’s a great idea,” I put my arm around her. “If you’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” she slipped her arms around me.
“Are you sure you’re sure?” I pulled her closer.
“I’m very sure I’m sure,” she tilted her head up towards mine and we kissed.
Then we kissed some more. Then we cuddled. Then we started to undress each other. Then we made love, long into the night.
I could write a whole book on the joys and tribulations of settling down to a life of domestic bliss with the woman you love, but it’s not really within the scope of this narrative. You may feel that I’m wrong to dwell so much on the negative aspects of my relationship with Alexandra and to ignore the brilliant relationship I’m having with Jasmine, but I feel that there is more to be learnt from the mistakes we make than from the successes we have.
Anyway Jasmine has absolutely no intention of letting me fictionalise the intimate details of our personal lives and distributing them for all the world to read. Maybe if you tell all your friends that this is a really fantastic book and that they should go out and buy a copy for themselves I can persuade her to change her mind.
Anyway that first night that we lived together we celebrated in style. Smoked salmon, lobster, champagne and oysters for starters and a long, slow massage and love making session for after. Then we curled up together and let the oil and sweat soak into the sheets.