Sorry about not doing daily chapters anymore, I can't really afford writing like 4k words a day anymore. Gotta do exams... sorry for any typos and bad grammar.
Act 3 coming soon. Thank you Guests for reviews.
Huey made a reservation, he went to the dry-cleaners to wash his suit, he even got his shoes shined. Jazmine Dubois, that girl will be the end of him.
It was her idea of course, one of her famous plans that she thought would be cute. When Huey has any romantic plans it would be simple and unambitious. It usually only takes an hour or two, such as a walk or a lunch, just simple social events that can fit neatly into their schedules. Jazmine on the other hand makes convulated and elaborate plans. Much to his annoyance, her ideas stem from her wild imagination to the point that it becomes needless and unnecessary.
"Jazmine..." He facepalms in disappointment. "Open the bathroom. You've been in there for 2 hours."
"Sorry! Still doing my hair!" The sound of a hair dryer can be heard inside.
"Seriously?"
She replies. "Seriously! Now do the thing like I taught you! I'm almost done!"
He scowls. "Are you sure?"
"Umm.. Hmm.. give me 20 minutes!"
After waiting around for 20 more minutes, reading the newspaper and cleaning their apartment, Huey still can't believe the audicity of his girlfriend. They'll be late for their reservation, he had to pull strings to get one in such a short notice. And while Huey is prepared to spend their money when it comes to each other's wants, he absolutely hates putting money to waste.
Instead of 20 it took 26 minutes for Jazmine to get out the bathroom, before she lets Huey see her, she shouts. "I'm ready Huey! Get in position!"
Huey gets 'in position' as Jazmine hears him go outside and shuts the door. She took a ridiculous amount of time to put her hair into what she wants but hopefully he'll appreciate the effort. She wants to look pretty for him of course, to showcase her curly hair and the effort she put in.
Her hair isn't too wild however, it's kept very formal, like royalty. Well-kept and tidy but not a single straightened strand in sight. Huey liked it that way, when her hair made a statement, a statement that shows she's proud of her heritage and that she's embracing her own standard of beauty instead of following society's expectations.
Confidence, well-organized, and humility. Things that Huey respects about her, and now expressed through her hair. But with a few curly side bangs to frame her face, as her own little Jazzy touch.
She's also wearing a bright red dress, modest enough that it stops at her knees and from a brand that's ethically made in the US. Huey despises sweatshops and the import of cheap labor to meet the demand of goods, Huey liked it when she became more and more conscious about where she shops.
She has a petite figure, she's reasonably fit, and she's comfortable in her light caramel skin. She used to be so negative about her looks, she doesn't have the biggest boobs, she doesn't have the best curves, and for a time she even got sick with the sound of her own voice.
She lived in Woodcrest, surrounded by so many white people that her younger self was convinced that she was imperfect to everybody else. She had internal expectations and European standards of beauty, she wanted to be like a medieval princess. She wanted to be blonde, with pearly white skin and golden hair that flowed like a river. She treated her biracial status like a curse, like a punishment for being a naughty child, and ever since she was 6 she asked Santa to replace her afro hair with hair just like her mother's.
In school she was treated like an outcast. She was the only biracial girl in school, in fact everyone in the school was white except her. She was asked so many questions about her afro hair, it was always about her afro or her skin, she kept getting asked 'why are you so different?' as if a little girl like her had the answer to that question.
Then everything changed when the Freemans moved in. He was black as coal and cold as ice, the day Huey entered her class she felt both terrified and curious as he gave everyone a deathly gaze. It was intimidation, a warning to not mess with him, he made it clear that Huey Freeman won't let you see the light of the day if you decide to laugh at him.
But as his eyes turn to the emerald eyes belonging to the afro-headed girl, something clicked within her, it urged her to talk to him, that she should find him on top of a hill someday and ask about his story, ask about the world, and ask him about the many questions that drifted in the back of her mind.
Because if she asks Huey Freeman the very same question 'why are you so different?' he looked like the boy who would know. Unlike her, Huey was sure of himself and his place under the sun.
He walked with confidence and never once had he doubted himself. The color of his skin or the shape of his hair was his identity and he seems like a boy who never once looked back on his own heritage. And soon enough, she found him on top of a hill, after a long day of school, the boy had found a beautiful spot to read a book and on that very same day did a younger Jazmine make her very first friend.
Knock knock
She giggles childishly to herself, Huey is in position.
She opens the door to see Huey in a black suit. He speaks sarcastically. "Good evening Ms. Dubois, shall we go out tonight for dinner?"
She pouts. "Huey... do it like High School Musical 3."
"I don't even know what that means."
Jazmine walks through the door and places her hand on his chest. She sniffs at his cologne, taking in a small hint of pine before they finally lock eyes. She smiles. "So... what do you think?"
He sighs, eyeing her up and down. "Red brings out your eyes. Good color palette." His right hand rests on her waist.
"...And?" She prods further.
"And you look beautiful. Stunning... I guess." He smirks.
She giggles. "You always look great in a suit..."
She wraps her arms above his shoulders while he holds her by the waist and for a few seconds they stare at each other's eyes. Emerald and maroon blend together as she gazes at her own reflection from his eyes.
He cups her cheek. "Let's go... before we get any ideas. Remember the reservation."
They drive to the very center of the city, in one of the busiest urban districts. It's a very fancy restaurant, the kind that charges a fee for reservation cancellations, the kind where customers have deep pockets, and with a violinist always playing in the background.
It's a place for the elite and wealthy, with exotic meat and expensive wine. It's a perfect display of snobbery and economic disparity when fine dining restaurants uphold excessive standards of food and service to the point that it becomes plain gluttonous. Attending one of these restaurants and actually dining inside goes against his very being.
But Jazmine wanted to try the experience, at least once, her puppy eyes can only afford a single fine dining date before he calls it quits. While they are somewhat wealthy thanks to their endeavors, he certainly won't let this be a regular occurance. There's white silks, a chandalier, and even a 20 feet long aquarium.
In the warm ambient lighting of the restaurant is Jazmine sitting across the table. Smiling, happy, and her hand intertwined with his. She can tell from his face that he absolutely hates it here. He's keeping his opinions to himself but he feels like he's getting tortured, but of course he'll have to voice his complaints at a later date.
For now his concern should be the girl across the table. Her hand still not letting go and instead begins playing with his thumb. He breaths another sigh.
Soon, a waitress attends to their table. "Good evening, welcome to La Castalla. I am Danica and I will be your waitress this evening. Shall I start with offering tonight's selection of wines, yes? May I recommend our 2014 vintage L'Ermita Velles Vinyes, very fashionable and popular in Spain."
Jazmine speaks up, with a bit of formality in her voice "Sorry, we don't drink wine... do you have any non-alcoholic options?"
"Yes. My apologies señora, then we shall skip the wine yes?"
Jazmine stutters. "Umm.. erm.. do you serve grape juice? Please?"
"Oh..." The waitress answers.
...The two women share an awkward stare.
Jazmine speaks up. "Orange juice?"
The waitress shyly answers. "Señ- Señorita, I'm afraid we don't have juice..."
Huey steps in. "We'll have sparkling water."
As the waitress whisks away to put away the wine and handle their drinks, Jazmine's face turns red from embarassment. "I have never eaten at a fancy place before..."
Huey and Jazmine share looks as she tries to collect herself.
She continues, flustered. "S-so... embarassing. It's like I was ordering from the kids menu..."
For a second, Jazmine thought she disappointed him, at how clumsy she is. She's always had suspicions that Huey preferred calm women, someone who's mature for her age. Maybe someone as confident like him, as smart as him. She was way over her head to think she had a chance with Huey, she wondered if she was delusional, or still living in dreamland. While they may be in a loving relationship now, who knows what will happen when she finally gets competition? Huey is a public figure, he'll meet women twice as smart than her, twice as mature, twice as pretty than her. She'll never hold a candle to those women.
"Sorry..." Jazmine squeaks out.
Huey smirks. "Why is your face red?"
"I'm embarassed. I act like a child sometimes..."
Huey sighs, sinking back to his chair. "I thought it was cute."
He straightens his tie and she lightly adjusts her necklace, for some reason it feels new to her. After all they've never been on an actual date before, that was the whole point of forcing him and dragging him all the way to this restaurant. They've kiss everyday, sleep in the same bed, have sex every night, and they even slow danced once. Yet they haven't had a bonafide date night before, they never found the time.
"You good?" He asks.
"Y-yeah... I-I'm just... blushing."
"Blush as many times as you want. We have an entire night to ourselves."
"Not a good dish... too sour... for a vegan meal." Jazmine comments.
These portion sizes. The depravity of these people to charge Huey 40 dollars for a bite of lettuce. He heard rumors of course, he learned from hearsay that 'rich people food' is actually very nutritious. He had believed that the reason for smaller portion sizes is because the food is dense in calories and can make a person full with one or two bites.
Bullshit. He and Jazmine only took 3 bites to finish their entire overpriced meal. It was both unfufilling and overhyped, he felt disgusted at the amount of money they wasted and the business practices of expensive restaurants.
The next dish in their 5 course meal is another appetizer, a cold soup called gazpacho.
Danica, their waitress, sets it down before Jazmine gives her a thankful smile.
"So..." Jazmine's eyes turn to Huey. Queit, stern, and foreboding as usual. It's like she was observing lion halfway during a meal.
"Yeah?"
She smiles back at the scowling face. "You know, during a dinner scene, the date has to turn into a conversation right? Like... we get to know each other more?"
He scoffs as she refers to the many romance movies she's been watching. "What else is there to know? About each other?"
"Lots of things! Like... favorite color?"
"You already know my favorite color."
She pouts. "Dark gray... and my favorite color is pink."
"I know."
"Huey..." She gives him a serious look. "Sweetie... put a little effort. We're on a date."
He sighs. "Alright, fine..." Huey takes a moment to form a question. "We've been dating for almost 2 years, we run a non-profit organization together, oddly enough we seem to perfectly get along, compared to most couples, and we've been able to afford living a more fortunate lifestyle..."
"That's correct." She confirms.
He continues. "So, keeping those facts in mind, how would you describe our relationship? Any thoughts about the past 2 years?"
She thinks for a few seconds, hiding from his look and taking another spoonful of soup. They give each other silence to experience the moment. Jazmine was expecting a question, but she wasn't expecting that kind of question, nonetheless she becomes eager to reply.
She answers. "It was fun."
"Fun?"
"Uhuh- Fun."
Huey raises an eyebrow, for some reason he was expecting a more energetic response.
Her voice shakes a little. "And... it was magical."
"Do you think, I have been able to provide for you? As a partner? Financially?"
"D-Don't say it like that s-silly. We're not in a contract." She teases.
"Yeah, but I'm serious."
"I think you're amazing and... how about me?"
"You're a great partner... you're amazing, as well. But you should try being less annoying."
She laughs. "And you should try being less grumpy."
He shrugs lightly. "Work in progress."
Jazmine looks to the side, brushing one of her hairs to the side. "Sorry... if I don't act mature all the time... sometimes I don't act like my age..."
"It's fine."
"Sometimes... I feel like I'm just your daughter or your sister, you know? It's weird to say it that way but... I always act stupid and clumsy, and you're always there to correct me and teach me things I would've never known about..."
"I can- endure it. Don't worry Jazmine, I never asked you to be mature..." Huey smirks. "Just don't annoy me all the time."
"-you don't have to act a certain way. Do whatever you want Jazmine."
For the next course, their waitress offers them gourmet spinach fatayer alongside an assortment of dipping sauces. This time, the violinist is playing a more energetic tune, one with more gusto and beat than the rest. Huey is still not impressed with the experience however, it's too classy for his taste, too snobby for him to enjoy the atmosphere.
Jazmine relaxes, easing more into her seat. "Huey?"
"Yeah?"
She admits. "I got a confession."
"What is it?"
"I'm gonna... take a few veterinarian classes... for fun."
"Pre-vetinary classes? You want to go to vet school in the future?"
"No, just classes. Business stuff is a bit boring for me... I already know what they're teaching. I'm just going to take vet classes for fun... is that okay with you?"
He sighs. "I understand what you mean, I get bored whenever we go over court rulings that I already know. But that doesn't mean I start looking to take different classes..."
"But it looks really fun. I like to help and I like animals! So... I want to take a class about helping animals."
He retorts back. "I'll support you. But you gotta understand that you'll be delaying your degree."
"Yes..."
"And you might even hate it once you start studying..."
"Maybe..."
He raises an eyebrow. "And why do you even like animals? You get obsessive about tiny mammals sometimes."
Huey refers to the many fundraisers that Jazmine has setup specifically for animal shelters. She's become an advocate for animal welfare and abolishment of factory farms in the city. While they have worked as a team to do their grassroots organizing and political activism, much of her efforts has gone specifically for the well-being of animals. Huey is not at all surprised at her decision.
"I just like animals, why not? People have exploited them and mistreated them for so long but it's not like a dog is gonna sue people in court you know? I'm standing up for all animals and giving them a say."
"Fine. Do what you can... but start enrolling for next year before classes get fully booked."
"Oh! Right. Good idea." She lightly taps Huey's leg with her high heels under the table. "Thanks."
"Yeah... especially since we're gonna be paying for more classes in our shared bank account." He grumbles.
Jazmine giggles loudly. "If I get classes, then I won't adopt a pet in 4 years! Deal?"
He scowls. "What does 4 years means?"
"As in I won't adopt a pet for 4 more years, once 4 years is up then expect to see Mr. Sammy Davis Junior Jr. The Dog!"
They lasted for 3 courses. A starter, a soup, and an appetizer. Huey didn't want to stay for the main course, he is sick of it. The food is unappetizing, other customers are giving them looks like they were plebians from the streets, and the smell of wine and expensive perfume is absolutely revolting.
Jazmine admits, he can get angry pretty quickly. It gets bottled up like a rubber band, he can only store too much tension before he snaps. If she wasn't there, Huey would've probably stood up on a table and give a speech about gluttony and shame all the customers or something, it's just something that Huey Freeman would do.
She decides to leave as well, she has no interest being in a fancy table with violins and fancy decor everywhere. Jazmine hasn't really paid attention to her surroundings at all. She's even more fixated on Huey's tie than the giant aquarium to the side. She thought that fine dining can be a cute romantic date, like the one she saw in a movie once but alas, she's old enough to know that movies aren't real life. There's more things in life than just silk-covered tables and pretty chandaliers.
"Excuse me, Danica?" Huey calls for their waitress.
"Yes?"
"We enjoyed the food but I'm afraid we'll be excusing ourselves early, can you bring us our bill?"
"Yes. Hmm... one momento please."
As the waitress rushes back to the kitchen, Huey exhales, slightly relieved that they're finally leaving. He's done his obligation as a boyfriend and he can soon stop this whole formal charade, At this point he just wants to yell at a tree or vent to a wall, judging from the intensity of his scowl.
Jazmine giggles. "For someone who looks so angry, you have good manners."
He sighs. "My mother... taught me manners."
"Oh." Her mood instantly drops, Huey rarely brings up his parents.
"She was a good teacher. But anyways..."
She gives an apologetic smile. "Let's leave?"
"Yeah."
"Psst..." Jazmine leans across the table and whispers to Huey. "Let's order drive-thru... I'm still starving!"
They take a night drive across the city, Jazmine's red dress makes a faint sparkle from the various city lights. There's something different about tonight, like things are unfinished, like there's something missing. She doesn't want to kiss him yet, that's not how dates work of course, the night has to end and they depart with a kiss. The boy has to drop her off her house and they share a goodbye kiss, that's how the scene always ends.
She inserts an old CD into their radio, she's been straying away from regular music, she's been listening to French music, African music, and even K-pop. Dancing has been her hobby ever since she was 10 and ever since she moved in with Huey she's been practicing and dancing to different types of music around the world.
It's her little way of being different, of being Jazmine. She's definitely not striving to be a female version of Huey of course. While Huey punches his punching bag, she'll play a tune and dance her heart out. While he's lifting weights then she'll flail like a swan in their living room.
And she had bought these really dusty CDs from a second-hand store, it's always a surprise to find out what kind of music is going to play since old CD discs are usually left blank without labels.
Huey continues driving, the red and white glows from traffic headlights surrounds them. Even at night, the city is busy as ever, but there's a special atmosphere at night, a different kind of feel where they're both sitting in the dark inside their car and all around them are shining city lights.
Soon enough the song plays, a very upbeat tune plays. From what she can tell, it is 80s pop music from Japan.
"So..." She feels pleased with her song choice. "Let's order veggie burgers!"
Huey nods in response as a green light allows them to move. Even after all this time, he hates driving, he'd prefer to take public transport but his eyes drift to Jazmine, who's swaying along the music and trying to sing along to the lyrics.
Sometimes, one of the traits of Japanese music is sneaking in English phrases.
Jazmine sings the chorus. "I love yooouuuuuu-
My darling!
Don't go away!
My sweet timeee! Lal lalala la... La lalala -la.."
He can ignore the fossil fuels and the environment for a few moments because at the very least, one of the merits of driving in his own car is having that girl all to himself.
Their date night finally leaves them in an empty parking lot. Away from most of the busy streets, Huey found a parking spot at a supermarket. It's around 11pm, way past their established bedtime. But just like he said in the restaurant, they have the entire night to themselves, they'll just have to catch up sleep tomorrow night.
Being away from the city lights brings out the night sky and all its stars. Huey can recognize the starry picture at this hour due to his countless times stargazing back in Woodcrest.
Jazmine puts away her CDs and her attention joins him in his stargazing. "Huey... what's on your mind?"
"Lots of things..." He says nonchalantly.
"Was- that a joke?"
"No." He sighs. "I'm always thinking about things."
"But- what are you thinking this time?"
"Mostly... the future."
"Work?" She guesses.
"No, school. I'm not gonna be a lawyer anymore..."
"Oh." She responds. "Will you drop your law classes?"
"No. I'll earn my masters degree but... I'll use it some other way."
She curiously asks. "Like how?"
"Most of my heroes... had a background in law, I'm sure when the time is right, it'll come in handy I guess."
She adjusts her hair. "I thought you wanted to be a lawyer? And settle down? Be a lawyer and run a non-profit?"
"Maybe. But... if I asked you to follow me in some crazy movement, you'll follow right?"
She smiles. "Duh. Of course silly."
"Then we'll just have to see."
They both sigh, as their hands drift to the middle of the car, connecting each other's touch. They sit there in there fancy clothes and in his fancy cologne and her fancy hair, it felt... mature in a way. They're no longer the odd boy and girl at the hill anymore, no longer the two weirdos that always hang out with each other. For the first time, Jazmine truly felt like an adult. Sitting in her own car, in her dress, and with an adult Huey. She never had the same feeling when she worked in an office or when she was in university, even when she had to file her own taxes she felt like a stupid young kid who's way over her head into believing she can do mature things.
But with him, she felt like a woman. No matter how childish she can be, he always treats her with mutual respect and he always treats her like a woman. Not as some sort of pampered princess or needy brat, not as some sort of delicate vase that her parents have to protect at all cost. He treats her the same way no matter how silly and goofy she tried. It's what Huey would do, he's always believed in her that she can be more than that teary-eyed girl from across the street.
He sighs and facepalms. "Jazmine I barely said anything and you're already getting emotional."
"Heheh..." She nervously chuckles, her face is an open book to him. "Sorry."
"So is the night over? Can I drop you off to your house and end it like one of your stupid movies?" He asks sarcastically.
"Night is officially over."
Huey sinks back down his chair. "Alright let's go home... I'm tired as hell... I'll drop you off, do your little kissing thing, then I'll park the car. Right?" He says, slightly annoyed at her plan.
Jazmine opens her door, soliciting a look from Huey. She walks around their car until she reaches Huey's door and opens it.
"I- I'm sorry I can't take it anymore..." She forces herself into the driver's seat.
It wasn't right. The movie scene ends when the couple kisses under a night lamp and they say their goodbyes. She wanted the kiss to be special, she told him to hold off on kissing so that at the very end of the night they can have that special kiss.
That was how the scene ends, that's always how she's seen it happen. A date, then they drive home, they do a little kiss, then the scene ends. However...
She sits on his lap as she kisses him rapidly. "Sorry- kiss* I- kiss* Can't- take- kiss* It- anymore."
"You're dripping wet."
"Lift me up... I'm taking it off..." She gestures to her panties.
He says bluntly. "And leave your soaked underwear in our car?"
"I'll shove it up your mouth or something... I- I... I can't- I want to do it in the car... I can't wait, anymore..."
Huey sighs and finds a paper takeout bag, he grabbed the packaging that had their veggie burgers and he then takes charge. "Get out the car, we'll move to the backseat."
They rush immediately outside, working together as she removes her underwear and he wraps it in a paper bag like it was a delicate operation. Huey always practiced a sense of cleanliness and he's not gonna tolerate dirty clothes in plain sight inside car.
Then without another word, he loosens her dress and he urges her to the back, to a more comfortable backseat with plenty of space. In truth, they've never done it in the car before, but apparently Huey is making an exception.
"D-don't bother... I'm already... wet." His fingers drifted away from her waist, it's one of those nights where she didn't want to bother with foreplay.
"Your hair is still holding up... no wonder it took you hours."
"Y-yeah..." She smiles as she briskly unbuckles his belt.
"Pill?" He asks.
"Yes."
It's all just motions and memorized steps to her, like a dance routine. Belt, boxers, condom. She sits on his lap and stares into his eyes, before she lets herself down on him.
She makes a breathy gasp. Finally... She thought.
Huey is inside of her, her insides welcoming and tensing against his hard cock. It's like a spear to her, causing her to moan and shiver in guilty pleasure.
"You're sweating already." He comments.
She doesn't respond, but rather she leans in for a kiss, she can feel herself being full and soothingly warm as her hips make small movements on their own. It's a mix of red and black, as her red dress brush against the rugged feel of his suit. All she can smell between her straining breaths is pine and strawberry and his lips tasted like the gourmet soup.
She coos into his chest. "Ohhhhh..." A gentle hop, a soft touch on her body, a stolen kiss. To put it simply, It's innocent love, sweet and fulfilling. This sex isn't furious skin to skin banging. Instead, it's more like a massage, with brushes and squeezes, and they commune and interlock bodies while he enters inside her.
Jazmine has been waiting for this, the entire night. She loves a lot of stuff and dreams a lor of things but they all can't compare to the moment that they share every night.
"I loved our- *pant* -date."
"Not over yet." He answers.
"Th- OooH God- they never start fucking in the movies..."
Huey smirks as he cups her ass with both hands. "Because you never watch the 18+ movies..."
"O-oh." She yelps.
Every now and then she dares herself and bounces on Huey's dick. It's a dangerous treat as she never knows when she'll summon the lust within him. Each bounce could be her last before Huey takes her and engulfs her in his darkness. Every stare, every moan, every kiss is a risky delight. She's gonna have her own fun before she finally gives it up to him and loses every bit of control of her body.
Naturally after 2 years of dating, they've turned it into a game. A game of risks and lusty luck.
"So..." She breaths heavily into his face.
"Yeah?" He grunts in response.
"MmMmmm M-mind if I rattle off our plans t-tomorrow?"
"Go ahead Jazmine." His hand reaches under her dress and explores the rest of her waiting curves.
Her abdomen is on fire, her juices are staining all over their clothes. Part of her just wants to just give it to him, but she knows that's not how she plays the game.
"H-Huey... OooH! Gosh!"
"What's our schedule? Look me in the eyes when you're talking Jazmine." He commands his woman with a deep timber in his voice.
"S- OooHH orry..." She lost control of her hips, she finds it moving on its own. She feels like a helpless conductor in an orchestra and at the moment her flute player is ahead of the music.
She pushes through the wave of pleasure, she needs to maintain eye contact and find a distraction, that's how she can survive through this.
"W-we have a meeting tomorrow... at 2:30 about the workers union with t-the steel factory..."
"Good." He responds, holding her hand.
She continues. "AhH- Forbes magazine w-wants to do an interview about your ne-w project.."
"Don't care."
"Anddd... oH! Goshhh! Bloomberg's secretary wanted to schedule a call with him sometime ne-next week! AHhHH!"
"Fuck... Jazmine..."
"A little push sweetie oOHH! Pleease!"
With her request, Huey helps Jazmine ride him, guiding her hips and aiding her orgasm along. Her toes curl up and she finds his lips to moan inside. Her hips pause their motions to make her first climax of the night and she shakes inside his arms as she can feel her walls constrict against Huey's cock. He hugs her body in unison to the hug she's giving to his hard member. And before any moments pass, she finds her leftover strength and repeats her dance all over again.
Huey lets Jazmine ride him, his hands either off to the side or occupied with her body. Up and down she goes as he sits back and play their little game.
"Yesss! YEs!" She rides her 2nd climax.
"I- HuEY! Oh My GoosSH!" Then after a while, her 3rd.
She bounches up and down diligently, sometimes she takes little rests and just sways back and forth while they stare intently into each other's eyes. She's in charge for now, having her own fun, having her own pace.
He geniunely felt concern. Concern that their car seats might fall off. She rides him hungrily, each orgasm descends her further away from sobering thoughts. Huey is only hanging on by a thread at this point, he really just wants to fuck her brains out already.
She screams. "I- I like your suit! I like your suit!"
"Your dress looks fine as fuck..."
"T-th- thank you! OooHH!"
"Y-your tie! Your tie!" At this point her words are becoming unintelligeble.
"What about it Jazmine?"
"AhhHHH! I give up!"
He smirks and takes his cock out, soon enough he's gonna enjoy torturing her. He had won the game after all.
"P-put it back in." She whimpers.
"I won." He teases.
"Then take me." She pouts.
He sighs before gently cupping her cheek. "You know... you don't have to play this 'game' that you keep calling it."
"I know... but I want you to finish."
"Are you sure you can take it?" He asks in a caring voice.
"I can handle rougher... you made me into a woman."
"Suit yourself..." He smirks for the final time. "Enjoy."
Their game; if she can't make him finish, he'll take control and finish her job.
Before she knows what hit her, she drowns around his arms. She's unfamiliar with her own body, a different Jazmine has taken over.
He sets to a punishing pace, pounding against her, with no restraint, nothing held back.
"Huey! HUEY! AAHhHH! Fuck me!" Her own voice is unfamiliar to her. That doesn't sound like the sweet girl across the street anymore.
"Eyes." How many times does he have to tell his woman?
"Sweetie! Oh MY GOSH!"
She spreads her legs further and wraps it around his waist. Jazmine can't even tell if she has her dress on or off anymore, all she can see is deep maroon. Maroon has drowned out the emerald in her eyes.
She screams his name again, to an unknown pitch. She'll never be happy again without him, that's what all of his efforts has insured.
"AAHH! HU- OooOOH!"
"Name?" He grunts savagely, everything about his manner is merciless and relentless. He's not even letting her take a breath. In and out, his cock pumps inside her. Her eager pussy wavers and responds to him in juices.
She can't answer anymore, all she can make is high-pitched noise. She had to make a choice between pushing against his thrusts or screaming his name and her lust for his cock reigned dominant in that decision.
"I said name." He raises his voice, breathing against her nose.
"AHH! HU- MmM-OoooHHH!
She doesn't respond in any meaningful word. instead she pushes twice as hard against his pace. Every thrusts feels like heaven to her.
"Fuck... fucking tight..." He groans.
She can feel her body at the peak of the mountain, she'll crash and fall in a few more moments. She screams to his request. "HUEY!"
There's no more energy within her and he'll never find another chance tonight. He quickens his pace even faster and tightly squeezes her hips. He'll finish fucking Jazmine amidst her own orgasm.
"AAHH! AAH! AAH!" She screams, as he pounds her during her ride of ecstasy.
All that tension releases, once again his condom catches his cum. No matter how much her pussy yearns for his seed, the rubber nevertheless doesn't budge.
He finds her lips and smashes against it. At this point he'll share the very oxygen he inhales with Jazmine, he'll share anything with this girl. They lay motionless and frozen at that spot, her insides pulsing crazy from the punishment, his cock throbbing inside her, and their lips locked in an air-tight seal.
"Good... morning..." She speaks sleepily.
The alarm clock yells at them like a siren. It's exactly what they get for sleeping past their appointed bedtime.
Huey, however, leaps up their bed and stands to her side. And with their usual routine, he leans down and says. "Carry?"
"Yes- sweetie..." She giggles lovingly. "Can't feel legs."
He smirks, brushing his hand against her pajamas, dotting from her face to her ass. He can't help but feel proud at his personal work. "Alright then."
But before they can continue their morning routine, a ringtone can be heard in the bedroom. Huey's ringtone. Jazmine takes his phone and reads the name outloud.
"Riley." She hesistantly says.
She answers the call and puts it on speaker.
"Riley? Is that you?" She says.
A familiar voice can be heard on the phone. "Mariah?! The fuck? Why the fuck do you have gay nigga's phone?!"
"What do you want Riley? You've been acting like a jerk, why aren't you answering our calls?"
"Who the fuck you think you are?! My mother?!" Huey and Jazmine share the same frustrated look.
Huey speaks up,"Why are you calling?"
"I- I messed up! I fucking messed up... I'm coming back to your apartment... Shit! They're following me! Get fucking ready nigga! I'm bringing them to you!"