Chapter 14

I woke up in Jasmine’s arms, with a hangover.
I moaned.
“Oh, sleeping beauty awakes,” Jasmine replied.
Ignoring her sarcasm I rolled onto my back. She followed me to lie on her side, with her right arm under my head and her left arm and leg over me. I could feel her pubic hair brush against my hip and I felt myself stirring.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Just over an hour and a half till I have to leave,” she nuzzled the top of my head.
“An hour and a half,” I echoed, feeling the dryness in my mouth. I knew what she wanted, and what I wanted too. “Just let me get a drink of water,” I started to get up.
Jasmine reached over me, stopping me from getting out of bed, and took a mug from the bedside table, “Try this.”
I took it from her, smiling, “You’re so thoughtful, Jasmine.” I took a gulp. “Must be why I love you.” At the mention of the word “love” a picture of Alexandra flashed in my mind.
Jasmine watched me in silence as I knocked back the water in a couple of mouthfuls.
Putting the mug back on the table I asked, “So did I get drunk and make a fool of myself again?”
Jasmine reached between my legs, pressing the palm of her hand against my penis and massaging my testicles with her fingers. “I’m horny,” she said. “I haven’t got any since yesterday afternoon.” She lent close so I could feel her breath against my ear, “If you don’t service me soon I’ll have to go elsewhere to get what I need.”
She was beginning to get a reaction from her physical manipulations and I knew she was adding some mental ones to quicken and deepen the response.
I reached over to her. “So you’re dying from want of satisfaction, are you?” I pushed my fingers along the length of her slit and hooked the tips into her vagina.
She gasped.
I pushed further inside her and pressed hard on her clitoris with my thumb.
She squeezed back hard in response. “Hey ! not so rough,” she hissed.
“I’m sorry,” I eased the pressure and kissed her softly. “Just a flash of jealousy and possessivenesses,” I nuzzled her neck.
She spread her legs wider and I continued my probing at a gentler pace. We lay down, she on her back, I on my side, as we continued to rub each other. She matched the rhythm of her hand on me with mine on her.
Soon I rolled on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me and moved her hands to squeeze my bottom. I pushed mine under her shoulders and lifted her towards me. We spent the next three- quarters of an hour lazily rocking back and forward together. It’s a delicious way to get rid of a hangover.
After breakfast, as we sat and finished our coffee, Jasmine dropped a bombshell. She banged her cup onto her saucer. I looked up from the paper at the sharp noise.
“You know for the last month, ever since my birthday party,” she said, “you’ve been getting drunk all the time.”
It was the truth so I said nothing.
“Is there something wrong, Kevin?” she asked.
“Not really,” I shrugged.
She continued to probe, “Is it something to do with Alex?”.
“I…” I really couldn’t tell, “think so. But I don’t really know what.”
“Has she been on your mind?” she asked
“Yes,” I admitted.
“And you feel guilty about thinking of her,” Jasmine concluded.
“Shit ! Jasmine,” I felt angry that it was so bad that she’d noticed. But also relieved that she had. “She fucked me about, something really bad.” I looked at Jasmine, “I don’t want that bitch to come between us.”
She stood up and came around the table to hug me. “Neither do I, Kevin,” she whispered in my ear. “Neither do I.”
A couple of days later she explained her solution to me, again after breakfast.
“I’m going to have a dinner party, Kevin,” she announced.
I had just started to clear away the dishes. “A dinner party?” I looked at her.
“Yes.” She nodded and smiled, “I’ve already invited a couple of people. And you can invite Paul and his new girlfriend.”
“Geraldine,” I supplied the name of his girlfriend.”
“Yes,” she handed me her dishes, “Paul and Geraldine. They’ll make up the numbers nicely.”
“I’m sure they’ll be glad to know they’re invited to make up the numbers,” I started to stack the dishes in the sink.
“It was a joke,” she stood beside me.
“I know it was a joke,” I gave her a hug.
She looked away. “There’s something else,” she said.
“Oh,” I looked at her. “What?”
“Alex will be coming,” she seemed nervous at my reaction.
“Alexandra?” I said. “I didn’t think she’d ever want to see me again.” I got suspicious, “You did mention that I’d be here.” Then another thought struck me.
But Jasmine read my mind and interrupted, “Yes, you will be there.” She smiled, “At least I hope you will, because I told Alex you would.”
I ran some water into the sink. “And how did she react when you told her?” I squirted in some washing up liquid and started to wash the dishes.
“She didn’t say much,” she took her jacket from the back of a chair and put it on. “But I think she is interested in seeing you again.”
“And what do you think of that,” I didn’t look at her.
She sighed. “I think she’s as interested in you as you are in her,” she said.
I looked at her. “Is that good or bad?” I smiled.
She stepped close to me. “We’ll see,” she smiled back and kissed me. “See you tonight.” She headed for the front door.
“Have a nice day !” I called after her.
“I will,” she closed the front door behind her and I was alone in the house.
Alone with my thoughts of Alexandra. Shit ! Why did the bitch have to resurface, just as I was beginning to forget all about her? And why did Jasmine seem to want us to be together again? No that wasn’t true. I was sure Jasmine wanted me for herself. But why did she keep dragging Alexandra back into our lives?
I mulled these thoughts over and over in my head for the next week, as the dinner party crept closer and closer.
On the night of the dinner Jasmine came home early. I’d been preparing the food all day. The lasagne was ready to be put in the oven. As were the potatoes for baking. The salad was tossed and dressed and the eggs were cooling in anticipation of the mayonnaise.
As she came into the living room and dropped her jacket onto a chair, I came out of the kitchen, whipping my hands in a towel. I looked at her and she look back. An overwhelming urge to possess her came over me. I dropped the towel and pulled my t-shirt off. She pulled her skirt down and started to unbutton her blouse as she came towards me. We met in the middle of the room half naked and hungry for each other.
We ended up on the sofa. I was completely naked. Jasmine still had on her blouse and stockings. I had my left arm around her and my my right on her stomach. She was leaning against me, her head on my shoulder. We both watched the fire blaze as the after glow of our love making died away.
“So why are you so keen for me to see Alexandra again?” I whispered in her ear.
She didn’t say anything for a moment, then moved around to half face me. “Because you talk about her in your sleep,” she kissed me on the cheek.
“I do?” I brushed her lips with mine.
She nodded.
“What do I say about her?” I looked down and moved my hand from her stomach to her breast.
“You talk about her breasts,” she put her arm around my neck.
“I like breasts,” I ran my thumb across her nipple. “I love yours.”
“And you talk about her hair,” she smiled.
“Her hair?” I put my left hand to the back of her head.
Her smile widened, “Her body hair.”
“Yeh,” I remembered her body. “I’ve often wondered if that’s why she was so insecure about getting naked with me.”
“I think she probably wanted to remain a virgin,” she kissed my shoulder.
I said nothing for a moment. “And it bothers you that I dream about her?”
She ran her hand across my chest. “Do you like body hair?”
I shrugged, “It doesn’t bother me either way.”
She smiled sceptically.
“No I mean it,” I spread my fingers across her breast. “It’s all a part of being an individual. Each person’s body is different.” I kissed her on the lips, “I like different things.”
“Mmmm,” she smiled.
“I mean,” I looked down at my hand on her breast. “You’ve got nicer nipples.”
“Huh?” she looked down as well.
“You’ve got pink nipples,” I explained. “She had brown. I prefer pink, but that didn’t bother me much. They both taste the same.”
“What?” she looked back up at me.
“What I mean is that yours taste of you and her’s taste of her,” I noticed that I was showing signs of arousal. “That you taste nice when I’m making love to you.”
She snuggled a little closer, “Why taste?”
“Because usually I have my glasses off,” I started to massage her breast. “And usually have my eyes closed.” I smiled, “And when you use your mouth you taste the things you’re licking and sucking.”
She ran her hand down my body and lightly caressed the tip of my erection. “And do we taste the same all over.” She looked down at my lap.
“You have a lighter fresher taste,” I nuzzled her ear. “She had a heaver taste.” I ran my hand down her body and discovered she was as aroused as I was.
I smiled at her and she smiled back as she moved over to sit across me.
“So once again,” I whispered horsely as she sank down. “You’ve used the sordid details of my past love life as an aphrodisiac.”
She smiled as I pushed into her. “It worked, didn’t it.”