Hey Guys :))
Chapter three is now here - a whopping eight days from the last which is a great improvement if i say so myself although the chapter is a slightly shorter than the previous ones but it is honestly barely noticeable.
Once again finishing this chapter up at three in the morning which is apparently my golden hour.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 3: Handsome Boys and their Nice Hands
Jazmine, unlike what many people (including her friends) have said, was not some delicate flower that was completely unaware of romance and sex.
She had to constantly remind them that just because she was a virgin doesn't mean she was ignorant, she had a grand total of seven boyfriends in her seventeen years…well technically the first four didn't count because they were all before she was twelve so more like a mediocre total of three.
Conner Mason was her first real boyfriend who she met in P.E class at thirteen he protected her from getting hit in the face by a dodgeball and she was instantly smitten, his tousled blonde hair and lively green eyes did not hurt either.
They lasted four months because he forgot her birthday but in her defense his chewing with his mouth open had slowly chipped away most of her interest in him and really that birthday incident was just the last straw.
Her next boyfriend came when she entered high school at fourteen years old, Jacob was two years older, a football player, and very nice to look at, dark hair and stormy blue eyes and all; she was completely captivated by him but one day at his house with his family gave her a glimpse at her future - a tired sallow zombie of a mother, the human incarnations of a tumor for a father, and a brood of seven kids running up and down causing a havoc and Jacob didn't have the nerve to be ashamed of it instead he planted his butt down right next to his dad and ordered her to get him a beer, she turned on her dior heels and walked straight out the door.
Three months later he tore his ACL and another month later he tore it again and was politely kicked off the football team, in her sophomore year he got a girl pregnant and the last she heard of him he went into the car dealership business with his dad with another kid from a different girl. The Johnson's were Woodcrest's first and only white trash family and were one of the pinnacles of suburban mom gossip.
She spent a while being single before she and Dayton got together. She had known him for almost her entire life and their families ran in the same circles, he was basically the genderbent version of herself; they were both biracials with black fathers and white blonde haired blue eyed mothers. They both lived in beautiful homes in a great neighborhood and had amazing friends so it was a no brainer for everyone when they finally got together.
For an entire year it was perfect he would send her pink peonies and buy her jewelry, they would go on picnic dates and fall asleep with each other on the phone, he was simply perfect so why does he have to go and screw it all up?
Did he get hit in the head by a stray ball and suddenly turn into a cheating douchebag? And of all the people she could walk in on it was Veronica Shane of all people? The cheap Megan Fox knock off? The future coke fiend divorcee? Every time Jazmine had to be around her she had an allergic reaction from Veronica's tacky perfume.
She thought Dayton would have standards he was, after all, dating her but she guessed her father was right all men are trash…well all except one apparently.
Her face reddened and she pinched her thigh to calm down but it didn't work. Her brain went into overdrive and once it started it could not be stopped.
Huey Freeman.
She heard of him before she ever saw him and everyone had something different to say. Dayton hated the very fiber of being and if he was to be believed Huey ate babies just so he could be good at baseball, Tatum called him creepy because she, who knew everything, knew nothing about him, and Margot acknowledged that he existed making him the newest member on Margot's list of people she knew existed.
But Jazmine just simply saw him as sweet…and ridiculously good looking but he also was genuinely the sweetest person she had ever met no matter how hard he tried to hide the fact that he had a soul under that cool exterior and no doubt closet filled to the brim with leather jackets.
She knew she was being ridiculous; he knew him for less than a day and their conversation wasn't all that deep but she just felt so comfortable resting her head in his lap and giggling at his much too serious face.
He was smart but not pretentious, confident but not arrogant, witty but noy goofy, blunt but not cruel…he was just simply sweet.
That was why she invited him inside that faithful Saturday night and that was why she invited him over to her house this very night and that was also why she dressed up in her most premium 'It totally didn't take six hours for me to pick out my outfit and do my hair and skincare' casual outfit.
She looked positively demure in the powder blue two piece set consisting of a cami top and only slightly too tiny shorts that was cozy enough to be pajama wear but sexy enough to cause wet dreams, her hair was brushed and oiled until it gleamed like polished copper, her skin looked like honey, and her breath smelled like strawberry mint gum. She looked like a true Pinterest worthy natural beauty.
This was Jazmine at her best; she enjoyed it, heightening her already perfect beauty until she became a goddess in the flesh, every time a boy tripped on his face or slammed himself into a wall because he was so enraptured with her beauty added a year onto her lifespan.
Saturday night wasn't planned; she was too tipsy and depressed to truly give him a good look at her charm but tonight would be different, tonight would be planned.
Minus the teeny tiny wrench in her plan in the form of her parents being home and Tom and Sarah DuBois weren't known for being the 'cool' or 'with it' kind of parents instead they were the sobbing, crying, and screaming if she held hands with a boy type of parents especially her dad which is why the only boyfriend they knew of was Dayton that was mostly because he couldn't be hidden.
They would blow a gasket if they knew that there was going to be a boy in her room and they would probably send her off to her grandmother in Louisiana and ground her until she got married to a man of their choosing of course.
It probably was a dumb idea to have a plan that depends on whether or not a guy could sneak in through her window…which was on the third floor but in her defense she had a very convenient tree near the window and also Huey was an athlete he would be fine.
Her phone vibrated and she nearly broke her neck as she jumped onto the bed for her phone.
It was Huey and her face broke out into a grin.
~ I'm here, open the window
Jazmine did as she was told skipping along the way swinging open the door she was immediately greeted with the sight of Huey Freeman's extremely handsome and extremely stoic face as he nonchalantly sat among the branches of the tree. He wore a simple white T-shirt and loose fitting jeans and she wondered how he wasn't freezing to death.
"Hey."
She smiled. "Hi."
He raised an already angular eyebrow. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"You sound like a vampire." she said as she gave him way into her room, using her peripheral vision she admired the way his body moved like a panther unfurling its body.
The vampire analogy was actually fitting, he was tall with strikingly handsome and dark features especially his strangely red tinted brown eyes that looked like dark red wine plus he dressed like one of those hot male characters on the Vampire Diaries or True Blood.
He looked like her dream man when he was twelve.
She thanked god that he didn't decide to wear a jacket in tonight's cold weather although the white t-shirt wasn't as…sensual as the white wife beater he before but she was not one to complain.
"You look like a tree climbing expert, are you used to sneaking into girl's bedrooms?" she questioned slyly.
"No, the places I've sneaked into usually have security guards."
She blanked at that. "Huh?"
Huey turned around, his face looked impassive, like he didn't just imply he did break-ins on the semi regular.
"Don't worry about it."
"I'm not sure that's possible for me to do." she said, her hands flitted about nervously, it was a nervous habit she gained from her father's side of the family, as soon as the anxiety hit their hands suddenly had no idea what they should do with themselves. Seeing this he grasped her hands in his much larger and surprisingly rougher ones.
"Jasmine, don't worry about it. It's fine."
She nodded somewhat dreamily, her mind hazy too focused on how soft and gentle he sounded, her worries melted away in an instant.
He was right. It was fine.
She spoke again, a lot more cheery this time. "So what do you want to do?"
He shrugged. "You're the host."
"What do you think about Sailor Moon?" she knew her eyes were twinkling excitedly when she asked the question.
His shoulders drooped. "Not much but that probably doesn't matter, does it?"
She smiled a smile so wide the Cheshire cat would be jealous. "Nope."
After she practically dragged him onto her bed they made it through five episodes (she started at the beginning for his benefit and totally not because she wanted to have her fifteenth Sailor Moon rewatch) before she saw his brain shut down in his head.
"It feels like I'm in Clockwork Orange." he groaned.
"Stop being dramatic."
"I'm not being dramatic, I'm being truthful." he muttered.
"Shush, you're not watching it."
"Oh no I'm missing another transformation scene, how will I ever cope."
"Hey I don't complain about your documentaries."
"This is the first time we're watching anything together, you don't even know if I like documentaries."
She scoffed. "Oh come on."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You just look like the documentary loving type." she shrugged.
"I'm just gonna take that as you calling me intelligent and curious."
"If a bit facetious, see I know big words too."
"Intelligent and curious are not big words."
"Yeah but sometimes you sound like to read encyclopedias for fun."
"You're exaggerating."
"Or maybe you're…under-exaggerating." She winced at the words that tumbled out of her mouth.
He raised an eyebrow. "...that's not a word."
"Yeah I figured that out but it was too far to stop it."
He opened his mouth before closing it, she had no idea what he was going to say beforehand he instead said "Your mind is a treasure trove."
"And you're… wait is that an insult or a compliment?"
"A compliment and an honest one as well."
She smiled at that. "Well then, thank you for the compliment. I truly am a treasure."
"Okay you're milking it now."
"I'll milk it as much as I want, I got called a treasure by infamous Scrooge McDuck Huey Freeman, my ego is at an all time high now and it's all your fault."
"I said your mind was a treasure trove."
"And who contains that mind?"
He sighed in response
"That's what I thought."
"I'm starting to learn to never compliment you."
"And I'm starting to learn that I really want popcorn so I shall be right back. Do you have any requests?" she looked at him expectantly.
"Water." he stated simply.
She sneered. "Health freak."
"Sue me, I want to be healthy."
"Yeah whatever health freak" She said leaping out of her bed and out the door, as she walked downstairs she put her game face on or rather her best 'I don't have a cute boy in my room' face which was unsurprisingly hard to do as she never had to do that before.
Dayton was welcomed freely in her house although they did make sure to peep in 'randomly' at them every fifteen minutes and it was no use to mention the other two.
Her parents were in the living room cuddled on the couch watching When Harry Met Sally for the millionth time ever, she walked in the opposite direction to the kitchen where she and Huey ate ice-cream together.
Walking out with a tray filled with a large glass bowl filled to the brim with the most buttery and perfectly salted popcorn in the entire world plus a cold bottled water for the health freak.
She tried to be as quiet as possible but it was as if her father had some sixth sense whenever she was doing anything slightly out of the ordinary.
He turned around to face her his face lit up in a grin. "Hey sweetheart, that's a big bowl of popcorn you got there."
…or maybe he just smelled the popcorn.
She smiled just as brilliantly in response. "Oh yeah I'm doing a Sailor Moon rewatch and I need all the popcorn I can get."
"Oh, have fun then."
She motioned to leave but of course Tom DuBois had to say more.
"Oh and I heard about you and Dayton, I'm surprised you didn't tell us we loved you guys together."
Yeah I know you were picking out my wedding dress. "Yeah it was just very…sudden," sure let's go with that, "and I just didn't really want to go into it."
This time her mother responded, her crystal blue eyes filled with understanding and pity. "I know sugar plum breakups can be hard."
"Yeah it was super hard and I just need to…mourn." she exaggerated her voice quiver and it worked.
"Oh honey you can mourn as long as you like." Her mother comforted.
"Do you want to borrow my credit card?" Her dad offered, "You know, for some shopping therapy."
She had to fight herself not to accept that offer but she was down here for long enough. "That's all pretty sweet but I'm fine honestly I just need some Sailor Moon."
"Well if you need anything, know that we are always here."
"I know and I love you guys."
"We love you too sweetheart."
She practically rushed upstairs to her room. Out of breath and with the tray in her hands shaking her heart dropped to her ass when she saw Huey holding her phone.
He turned his head at her admittedly loud entrance and said something that made her heart drop even lower than her ass into the floor.
"It's Dayton."
She almost dropped the tray. "Don't answer it!"
"But I kind of want to." he sounded surprisingly childish but his sudden adorableness was eclipsed by her anxiety.
"Why?!"
"Because it would be so fucking funny." he chuckled darkly and she tried to ignore how good the raspiness of his laugh sounded.
"Please don't." she begged.
"But I want to." he repeated.
"Huey please, it would be so embarassing." And it would, it so would, just imagining her ex-boyfriend and her…well she had no idea what he was or was going to be but she definitely knew she didn't want them to talk to each other.
Huey looked at her then to the phone then back at her before finally looking down at her phone, she could almost see his feline brain calculating what to do before, like all cats, choosing the option that would be the most inconvenient for their owner.
"...I'm gonna do it."
"No!" but it was too late. He already answered the call and to make it worse he put it on speaker phone.
"Hello?"
It was complete silence for three seconds before Dayton blew his top.
"You fucking piece of shit!"
She cringed so hard she almost had a heart attack.
"Well that's not a nice thing to say."
"Why the fuck do you have Jazmine's phone?!"
He glanced back up to Jazmine and her aghast face."Because she's busy."
"...busy doing what?
Jazmine made a face and so did Huey.
"Cooking you pervert."
"Suck my dick asshole! Give her the fucking phone!"
"No." he said simply.
"Give her the phone before I go over there and kick your ass!"
"No you won't."
"You think she's going to protect you?" Dayton sneered.
"No I mean you literally can't, you are just not physically able to kick my ass." Huey responded calmly and reasonably as if what he said was just another normal facet of the world; the sky is blue, water is wet, and Dayton can't beat Huey's ass.
"I swear to God Freeman if you don't give Jazmine the phone-"
"You'll do what?"
"...you'll see."
"You know what I actually do want to see what you're going to do to me."
"You'll see tomorrow."
"Can't wait." and then he hung up.
He glanced back up at Jazmine's comically shocked face and to his credit he didn't laugh.
He instead asked. "Can you please pass the popcorn."
It was at that moment she realized she had been standing there mouth open holding a tray of still steaming popcorn and a bottle of water.
She passed the tray to him before plopping herself down harshly on the bed.
"What the hell was that?" she yelled
"What was what?"
"You and Dayton!"
"Oh…it was funny."
"You find pissing people off funny?!"
"...yeah."
"You ever wonder if that's the reason you don't have any friends." That was mean, but true
"I actually have thought that."
"You are so lucky you are really good looking."
"Thank you for the compliment but I don't get why you're getting so worked up about this, he's not your boyfriend anymore." he shrugged, eating a single kernel of popcorn.
She opened her mouth to refute him before closing it when she realized that he was right. Dayton wasn't her boyfriend anymore and no matter how many 'baby I miss you' texts that she ignored and calls she purposely let misscall would change that.
She was free, free of his frigid evil queen as a mother, free of his shitty friends, and free of Veronica's smug fake face.
"But he said that was going to do something to you-"
"Let me handle that," he interrupted, "it has nothing to do with you."
She smiled softly, pressing her head on his shoulder. "...you really are the nicest guy I've ever met Huey."
"That is really fucking sad."
She laughed and enjoyed the warm quiet that followed, her hands instinctively playing with his hands, like every other part of his body his hands were beautiful but not effeminate, large with long elegant fingers that she had less than innocent thoughts about, the flesh of his hands were firm and calloused like a man who worked with his hands often but the most tantalizing feature were his veins.
Obviously present in his skin but still subtle enough that he didn't look like he could be killed with a paper cut, she caressed the twisting vines underneath his skin tenderly. Her eyebrow twitched slightly.
Did she have a hand fetish? Where did that come from?
"You have really sexy hands." she mumbled not thinking.
"Oh really?" Huey whispered and she suddenly noticed just how close he was, her body was pressed against his and she could feel his breath tickling her neck.
Her face flushed and she bit her bottom lip hard in a weak attempt to put herself together. She wanted this, she planned this, she spent three hours exfoliating for this.
With all the strength she could muster she looked up at him and had to fight the urge to instantly look back down. Was his eyes always this intense? Or was the wine dark color of his eyes mixed with something more? Something she was honestly too scared to describe.
"Huey-"
"Jazmine."
"Um…you can go first." Why was she so nervous? She had never been like this before she was the one who made guys nervous.
"Can I kiss you?" Forget nerves, those words almost made her have a heart attack.
Looking as red as a tomato she managed to stutter out a pitiful. "Um…yeah."
It looked like that is all what he needed because before she could even blink his lips came crashing down on hers. One hand snaked around her waist and the other gently cradled her neck.
Oh, so this was what real kissing is?
She thought Dayton was it, soft and sweet and oh so romantic she felt like she was on cloud nine whenever she kissed him but this…this was so much more.
Burrowing her fingers in his jet black mane she closed the already miniscule gap that was in between them, their bodies flushed together like they were trying to fuse into a single being.
He was needy and forceful and raw and she was more than content for him to have his way with her.
She let out a gasp as he pressed her down onto her bed, his lips left hers and for a moment they just gazed at each other - her put together facade no doubt long gone with her red face, messy hair, and wanton panting.
He looked better although his eyes had darkened and stared down at her intensely, his pupils inhumanly large like some kind of predator.
"Is this still okay?"
The question was not what she expected although she was not completely sure what she had expected him to say Dayton, and what she would imagine most teenage boys, would mutter out a 'You're so fucking hot babe' and would try so wiggle his hands up her shirt or dress but this was..different though it was a nice different.
She nodded shyly because she didn't have the energy or brain cells to open her mouth and speak.
He whispered out a throaty "Good." before planting his lips harshly on hers once more somehow rougher and needier than the last she couldn't help letting out a pathetically horny moan which turned into a whisper as his mouth once again left hers to pepper small sensual kisses down her cheek, her jawline, her neck, before settling at the nape of her neck, his teeth nipping at the exposed flesh. Jazmine knew what he was doing, he was creating a fresh new hickey but more importantly it felt as if he was marking his territory. The way that thought made her feel in her heart and especially down there was a great disgrace to feminism.
She was already putty in his hands if he told her to jump she would simply ask how high but he still wanted more, he wanted more of her. His knee expertly separated her legs so his hips could be comfortably settled in flushed in between her thighs and…Oh.
She could feel him, feel his heat, feel his length pressed up against her, for a second she thought she had worn something less skimpy but it probably wouldn't have mattered. She could have been wearing three fur coats and would still have noticed the…thing that was in between his legs. She shuddered although she was not sure why, was it terror? Or was it ecstasy?
Two thoughts popped up her mind the first being if his ex-girlfriend was dropped on the head when she was a baby and is the guy she cheated on Huey with was Jesus risen again and the second was a question.
Where is this going? Did he want to have sex? Dumb question, she knew the answer to that very well but did she want to have sex? That was another dumb question as she was going to have to do her own laundry tomorrow or her mom is going to have some questions.
The real question was, is she ready to have sex? Her vagina said yes but she wasn't to be trusted after all she didn't plan for this, she wasn't on birth control, she didn't have any condoms on hand and she doubted he had any either. She had no experience being a virgin and all and she definitely hadn't done any preemptive research.
Huey seemed to know what he was doing and a very large and very loud part of her wanted to impress him and she was pretty sure he would not be impressed by her laying their like a dead fish while he did all the work so with a very heavy heart she pressed her hands to his chest and pushed lightly.
Luckily he got the hint and stopped his intense wine colored gaze meeting her rosy face.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Of course not," she quickly corrected, "I just - well…I just don't want to lose my virginity to the sound of Sailor Moon."
Huey turned his head towards the TV mounted on the wall where Usagi was daydreaming about Tuxedo Mask. He looked back at her.
"Fair enough." he said untangling himself from her embrace, Jazmine had to rein in the awkward stab of pain in her heart and stomach as he looked as nonchalantly as ever.
Wondering if she pissed him off she stumbled over an apology. "I didn't mean to like offend you-"
"I'm not offended," he interrupted. "I totally get it, next time if I make you uncomfortable feel free to kick me in the balls."
She couldn't help but ask coyly "There's going to be a next time?"
"If you want there to be."
Oh she wanted there to be
Her eyes dropped to his lips.
Definitely.
Chapter 3 Completed.
Jazmine POV boom! Yeah multiple POVS I'm practically George RR Martin and also some steamy action in this chapter too. I definitely wouldn't call that scene Rated R but it is a very hard PG 13, writing sexual scenes is always so fun but so awkward at the same time.
Their relationship is moving pretty fast I think but I've never really been a slow burn type of gal so this works well for me.
Also yes I do think a man's hands is the sexiest part of their body and the veinier it is the better.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed it :)