Hey guys!!! :)

I promised a new chapter on Wednesday/Thursday and I delivered…barely but I mean there's five thousand words so I think that makes up for it

Warning: Heavy sexual content

Anyways I hope you enjoyed it!

Chapter 5: Handsome Boys and Movie Night

The moment Jazmine reached her front door all sense of decorum and elegance she had put on to an unbothered facade for Huey disappeared and she raced up the stairs to room, she dropped her bag on the floor and hopped onto her bed, and called her friends over. She was going on a date, she was going on a date with the hottest, tallest, sweetest, and most caring guy ever and she needed to be prepared.

She called her friends and they came over in less than fifteen minutes armed with opinions.

"We came as fast as we could." Tatum said as she burst through the door, Margot followed closely behind her in her usual calm and collected manner.

"What's the emergency?" she asked, making her way to Jazmine's side on the bed.

"I have nothing to wear!" still laying down she whined.

"That's a first." Margot jokes.

"Wait, does this mean he asked you out?" Tatum questioned from where she was, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect of juicy details.

She nodded and Margot snorted, "He works fast, I respect that."

Jazmine sat up folding her legs into the criss cross applesauce position. "He invited me to the movies and then he kissed me - again but I have nothing to wear. I just want to die."

Margot poked Jazmine's cheeks, "Don't be so dramatic, he'll be all over you if you wear a trash bag."

"Or wear nothing." Tatum commented and the two girls giggled while Jazmine's face turned a bright pink.

"I called you guys to help me not make fun of me."

"We're not making fun of you-" Margot started.

"-it's just a bit of teasing." Tatum finished.

"I hate when you guys do that, it's so creepy." she mumbled.

"Okay fine don't pout, we'll help you and when we're done he won't be able to keep hands off you."

"Do you know what he's into?" Tatum asked as she flung open her walk-in closet, the two girls got up from their seats and followed her in.

The closet was definitely her favorite place in their entire home, she modeled it after the one her mother had and it was filled to the brim with designer clothes, shoes, and bags hidden behind glass and white wood. She probably had at least fifty thousand dollars worth of stuff in here and that wasn't including the jewelry that laid in the display case in the center of the room. If she got robbed her robber would be a very happy man if he figured out how much Jimmy Choo was worth.

Jazmine shrugged, "Huey is definitely a simple guy, I don't think he cares about fashion."

"Do you at least know what his favorite color is?" Margot asked.

Jazmine shrugged again, "I've only seen him in blue, gray, or black, so probably those three."

Both Tatum and Margot wrinkled their faces in disgust.

"Why are you guys making that face? You love those colors too."

"Yeah but we elevate them guys only throw on a T-shirt and jeans so those colors look basic on them," Tatum explained, "Anyways your color season is true summer so black and gray are definitely not your colors. So you should just sit back and let me work my magic."

Jazmine smiled but it quickly wore off as she sat on her ass watching her best friends debate what clothes will get Huey's engine running.

"What about this?" Tatum asked, lifting up a pastel blue tube top with rhinestone flowers that she couldn't remember buying.

Margot immediately shut it down, "The color isn't romantic enough."

Tatum pouted, "Pastel blue is so romantic."

"No it's demure and sweet," Margot's voice was stern and knowing like a mother telling her daughter that she was not going to like whatever her daughter was begging her to buy, "we need to stick to pinks and reds mostly pinks. Remember we're trying to titillate not to sooth. "

Tatum nodded and went back to work as if she was taking orders from her commanding officer and Jazmine would have laughed if she wasn't filled with anxiety.

Her mind was filled with Huey's intense eyes, sincere words, and lustful kisses - his firm hands cradling her neck, the way his tongue-

Jazmine shook her head and took a deep sip of her homemade iced coffee in some attempt to cool the heat that was growing inside her. She hoped no one would notice her red face or she'd simply just die from the embarrassment.

"Well what about this?" Tatum now brandished a rather simple top, it was a bubblegum pink baby tee with the words 'Dream Girl' written in pretty white lettering and it looked like it wouldn't even be able to reach her belly button. Jazmine also didn't remember when she bought this and for a second she was going to reject it but then she imagined Huey's calloused hands sliding up and caressing the bare skin of her back, his thumb tracing circles in the small of her back. Jazmine shivered.

"I like it." she said, her voice throaty, from her peripheral vision she could see a knowing smirk on Margot's face and for what was not the first time by any means she hated how her dark eyes could see everything someone did.

"I agree, it's casual enough where it's not too much but still sexy and sweet. You have good taste," Margot continued speaking, "Now it's time for the mini skirts."

"Mini skirts?" Jazmine questioned, caught off guard

Margot turned to her, head tilted slightly as if she was confused, "Well of course I mean jeans are out of the question, shorts don't fit the vibe, and we can't have you looking like a library intern so mini skirt it is." she smiled after explaining.

"Yeah and I totally get your reasoning," she did not, "but I just don't want to give him the wrong idea."

"Wrong idea?" Tatum questioned and Margot also raised an eyebrow curiously.

Jazmine's cheeks reddened but she continued, "You know, I just don't want him to think that I'm one of those types of girls that…fool around in the movie theater."

"Oh so the thought of his hands creeping up your skirt isn't sexy to you?" Margot asked pointedly like she already knew what the true answer to that was and she was right she could already feel Huey's hands dancing up her skirt while he rained kisses down on her neck and of course it was not as unpleasant as she thought it would be. Not even close.

Jazmine coughed, resigning to her fate, "Okay mini skirt it is." she hated when Margot was right and for some reason she always was.

Margot nodded knowingly and signaled Tatum to continue, they went through several before settling on a deep blue denim micro mini skirt that if she was lucky would be able to reach her mid thigh. Forget Huey, her parents would have a stroke seeing what she was wearing.

Jazmine tried to raise another lukewarm defense, "Shouldn't I be wearing a jacket at least, I mean it's pretty cold in the movie theater."

Margot just chuckled, "I'm sure Huey will be keeping you nice and warm."

Jazmine half-heartedly shoved her and Margot laughed. After picking both top and bottom, picking out the heels was a little easier, every girl unanimously picked the pair of peep toe mules that were the same sweet bubblegum pink as her top.

Afterwards came the true meat of the matter - getting ready. They sent Jazmine off to the bathroom into the shower, Tatum practically shoved the caramel scented body wash and body scrub at her. She scrubbed her skin clean and washed her hair until her body was raw, she didn't even get a chance to decompress before she was dragged back into her room where she was moisturized, lotion, and oiled until her skin was glowing.

She quickly slipped on her clothes before once again being tossed like a ragdoll to her vanity and like a well oiled machine with Tatum did her hair and Margot did her makeup. Both were quite simple; her hair was curled and strategically tossed over shoulder in a semi-casual way, her makeup was soft and glossy which was her usual style anyway but somehow Margot managed to make it seem so much more mature.

Any time she tried to open her mouth to voice an opinion she was quickly silenced by either of them pinching her arm until she eventually decided to let the masters do their work.

By the time she was done Huey had already texted her a simple message

~ I'm outside your house.

"Oh my God he's here!"

Margot raised her eyebrows, "On time, he gets another point. I might actually start to like this guy."

Jazmine was too busy panicking to hear what she was saying, " Oh my God what if he hates what I'm wearing, oh God what if he thinks I'm easy!"

"Jazmine," Margot grabbed her arms and shook her with more force than really necessary, "Get a hold of yourself! Remember you are sweet, hot, young, and rich and if he doesn't see that he's a jackass."

Jazmine pouted, "Don't call him that he's really nice."

"And if he's as nice as you say then you're not going to have any problems."

"You're right, I'm being dumb."

"You are," she suddenly swerved Jazmine around and patted her on the butt, "Now go get em tiger."

"Aye aye captain." she jokingly saluted them before she rushed down the stairs in her heels while both Margot and Tatum yelled cringy encouragement to her back.

She zoomed through the foyer and paused in front of the door to catch her breath and fixed up her bouncy copper curls, she probably would have re applied more lipgloss if only the doorbell hadn't rang.

Taking a deep breath she opened the door with her only slightly shaking hand, a practiced beautiful smile graced her face.

She opened her mouth to say something witty but her words were stuck. Huey was already great looking but why did he look so much hotter at night?

He wasn't wearing anything special, just a white T-shirt and jeans but there was just something about him…was it his smell? Is this how wolves in heat feel?

It looked as if Huey felt the same way as his eyes widened at the sight of her, his gaze trailed down from her face down to her heeled feet but not without stopping for a second at her chest, "Wow."

She would never doubt Margot ever again.

She slowly spinned around to make sure he got a good look at her pint sized perfection.

"You like?" she asked coyly.

Huey rolled his eyes, "You already know the answer to that."

"I do but I want you to say it." she mockingly repeated what he said to her earlier.

Huey leaned over to her his lips brushing against her ear, his voice deep and throaty. "Yes Jazmine, I like."

Jazmine shuddered and wondered if maybe losing your virginity in an old movie theater wouldn't be so bad.

Before she could say anything she heard her mother call out, "Sweetheart is he here?"

"Oh God." she groaned bracing herself for the imminent cringe that was coming. She didn't even have enough time to warn him before her mother appeared like an apparition right next to them.

"Hi, I'm Jazmine's mom, Sarah DuBois. It is so nice to meet you." She stretched out her hand for Huey to shake and he did albeit awkwardly.

"Hello Mrs. DuBois, I'm Huey Freeman." Jazmine had never seen him so awkward in the time she's known him although to be fair she's known him for like a week.

"Oh no you can call me Sarah, Mrs. DuBois makes me sound old."

You are old, Jazmine thought snarkily.

"Okay…Sarah." Both Huey and Jazmine visually cringed but like always Sarah DuBois didn't notice how awkward everything was and continued to talk.

"I've heard of you and you are even more handsome and taller than I would even imagine." she turned her head and gave Jazmine a not so subtle wink.

Huey chuckled awkwardly and Jazmine tried not to die from embarrassment.

"So mom we really should be getting going." She grabbed Huey's arm and motioned to leave, Huey raised no objections and moved with her.

"Wait, we weren't finished talking." Sarah objected, pouting like a child.

"We can't be late for the movies mom, you guys can talk later," And by later she meant after they got married and moved miles away in California, "We really need to ho mom, bye!" She once again pulled Huey by his arm not giving her mother any chance to say anything else.

They reached the car in record time but Huey was still gentlemanly enough to open the car for her and closed it when she was seated with her pink Prada mini bag snugly on her lap.

Only when Huey sat down did she start to speak, "My mom is not usually like that."

"Why do I seriously doubt that?"

"...okay maybe you're right. She's not as bad as my dad."

He gave her a funny look, "And how bad is your dad?"

"Oh trust me you don't want to know."

He opened his mouth to refute her but quickly closed his mouth instead choosing to start the car, "Yeah, you're probably right."

The last time she went to the Woodcrest Movie Theater was when she was nine years old and that was likely the reason why she was so surprised at the state of it now. There was no golden nostalgic haze and that couldn't only be blamed on it being night.

There were cracks in the paint and foundation and the neon lights that spelled out the name of the theater were not working partially. It looked haunted and although she would never say it out loud she couldn't wait for it to be turned into a new trendy spot for coffee and heart shaped croissants.

"It looks nice." She lied without missing a beat.

"It looks like crap." Ah Huey, always the realist but it really was nice to have someone voicing her inner opinions.

"Okay well I wouldn't say it, just needs some sprucing up."

Huey looked down at her amusement sparkling in his eyes, "You talk like a realtor."

"It was number three on my 'Future Job List'"

"I thought most little girls would pick a singer or princess."

"Those were number one and seven respectively." She snorted before suddenly being overwhelmed by a fit of shivering from the cold breeze none of which escaped Huey's eyes.

He draped an arm around her and pulled her close to his warm body, "We should go in, you're going to catch a cold."

The words of Margot earlier tonight popped into her brain - I'm sure Huey will be keeping you nice and warm. Her face turned red and she thanked god he couldn't see her face in the darkness.

She coughed awkwardly, "Yeah we definitely should get going."

Inside was marginally better, it was warm and had the classic red and gold color palette that every theater seemed to require.

They walked over to the counter where an unremarkable man stood - short, middle aged, brown hair, and brown eyes hidden behind black thick rimmed glasses in a simply ghastly uniform of mustard yellow accented with brown that reminded her of something she really didn't want to be reminded of. The closer she got to him the name on his white name tag became clearer - David Anderson, a name that was just as unremarkable as his face.

Jazmine raised a confused eyebrow when David's smile froze completely at the sight of them. Did she have something on her face?

She looked up to Huey to check with him but curiously there was also a sly smirk on his own face. What was going on here?

Face still tense David's customer service smile was still in place, "How may I help you two lovely people?"

"Two tickets to," Jazmine paused to look over all the options - none of them looked good so she just settled on the one that would be the easiest one to ignore, "Tales of the Heart."

"Of course and would you like any refreshments?" Okay Jazmime kind of wanted to slap that weird smile off his face and why did he keep looking over at Huey?

Huey nudged her with his elbow, "Jazmine do you want anything?"

"I want popcorn but do you want to share?"

Huey shrugged, "It's entirely up to you."

"Okay, one large popcorn with extra butter, a large soft drink, and a bottle of water. Thank you." she made sure to punctuate it with a soft smile.

That did nothing to curb the apparent anxiety of David who once kept glancing over at Huey.

"Aren't you going to get it?" Huey's voice had a thin line of edge, Jazmine felt a chill run down her back and it was not from fear.

David did not share her reaction, "Oh yes of course."

While David dashed off to get their food, Jazmine tried to sneak a sly glance up at Huey's handsome face but it was as if he had a sixth sense about these things. His eyes met hers and gave a cheeky wink, Jazmine's face turned pink and she looked down at her shoes, the pink of her cheeks traveled down to her neck when the sound of Huey's low laugh.

"And here we go, folks." David was back and this time he managed not to stare at Huey as he gave them their food and tickets.

Huey collected the drinks while Jazmine held on to the not big enough tub of popcorn. This was way too little for ten dollars, if her dad was here he would have had a fit.

They were halfway to where the movie was when Huey spoke again, "Oh yeah I forgot to mention that I used to work here?"

"Oh why did you quit?" Jazmine looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

Huey smiled, "The manager was a dick."

She patted his arm reassuringly, "Well you're doing better now."

"I sure am."

The theater was practically empty except for another couple that was seated three rows in front of them who were already busy swapping spit. She was more upset that the movie had already started and she was right, it did look so boring.

Huey glanced down at her, "Do you want to switch seats?"

"Oh absolutely." She followed his guidance to the very easternmost point of the theater in the middle row where she noticed that in this position no one would be able to see them. Anticipation swelled up inside of her although she wasn't sure what she was anticipating.

They sat down and she immediately zoned out from the movie, she was sure she would have been able to guess every single plot point. She was much too busy focusing on more important things like Huey's hand on her thigh. Warm and rough.

What did this mean? To her it should be really obvious what it meant but what if it just was her dreaming up what he meant.

Should she make a move?

She shook her head, absolutely not…well maybe, it was the twenty first century after all girls could make the first move…but not her.

She never once made the first move when it came to a relationship even Huey asked her out but what if he wanted her to make the first move.

She shot another sly glance at Huey and nearly had a heart attack when she saw that he was looking at her too.

Her head snapped back onto her lap and Huey laughed and slung his arm over her shoulder, at this point her heart was beating out of her chest which only got worse as he used his other hand to gently grab her chim and guide her face to his.

This was it.

This was the reason she scrubbed her tongue and teeth raw and devoured those strawberry tic tacs.

He was going to kiss her.

He leaned in, his eyes gentle as he gazed down at her.

"Jazmine-"

"Yes!" she nodded vigorously, "you can kiss me."

Huey smiled, leaning in even more until he closed the gap one hand encircled her waist and the other cradled her neck, as soon as his lips touched hers she felt herself melt in his arms.

Parting her lips ever so slightly was all he needed for his tongue to slip in and explore every nook and cranny of her mouth, she shuddered with pleasure so ready and willing for him to do whatever he pleased with her.

How did he even get this good as kissing? She thought she was pretty alright and she had no real complaints with her previous boyfriends to which Dayton was the best one out of all of them but now comparing Huey to Dayton was like comparing apples to oranges or rather caviar to canned sardines.

Her moans turned into gasps when the hand that was firmly placed on her waist trailed down to her knee and then continued upwards to her thigh past her tiny skirt.

Huey suddenly pulled away from her his face showing concern, "Is this okay?"

"Huh?"

"Me doing this." he tapped his fingers on her thigh, "I'm not making you uncomfortable, right?"

"Oh no absolutely not, can we go back to kissing again?" she cringed at herself for sounding so needy and slutty but oh my god did she feel needy and slutty, if she rubbed her thighs together any longer she would start a fire down there.

Huey smiled and their lips met again, his rough fingers continued to trace circles on her upper thigh dangerously close to her panty line while her hands found themselves grasping tufts of his hair pulling him closer to her until they were as close to being fused together as humanly possible.

Jazmine was sinking deeper and deeper but suddenly he tore his lips away and for a second he just stared at her before speaking.

"Jazmine, I need to tell you something." His voice was tense and…embarrassed? "I did something that I'm not proud of and I feel like I have to tell you just to clear the air."

"What do you mean?" she asked softly, licking her kiss swollen lips.

Huey coughed and for the first time since she's known him Huey Freeman looked genuinely awkward, so awkward that he couldn't even meet her eyes - shyly avoiding her no doubt intensely glassy looking eyes.

"You remember last night?"

How could she forget last night, her dreams were downright disgusting but instead she just moaned out a pathetic, "Uh-huh?"

"When I got home I-" he paused but Jazmine was already hooked onto whatever he was saying.

"Uh-huh?"

"I kind of-"

"Uh-huh?"

"I kind of went home and jerked off to the thought of you."

It was silent for a second before Jazmine spoke.

"That is so sexy."

Huey's head darted back up to her,"It is?"

She was surprised too if any other guy told her that she would have just slapped him and ran out of the theater but with Huey it was different. He obviously was ashamed of it but he still told her because he didn't want to hide anything from her.

It was cute and erotic and she was so horny. She wasn't sure if it was erotic because she was horny or if she was horny because it was erotic and she really didn't care.

Her lips met his and he quickly got with the program kissing her back with the same wanton lust as her, they were just getting started when he pulled away from her.

"Jazmine can I do something?"

She was breathless with swollen lips. She could guarantee that he could ask her anything and she would say yes, "Uh-huh?"

His hand gripped her thigh and it took a second for it to click in her head. "Oh."

"I'm not pushing you aren't I?"

"No, it's okay." Was it?

"Are you sure?" He asked again and she found herself nodding albeit nervously.

The hand that rested beneath her skirt moved to her panties and a gasp escaped her lips when it dipped down to where no one had gone before. Instinctively she clasped her legs together but she just as quickly eased them open allowing his hands to teasingly caress her slit that was already embarrassingly wet. All the doubts immediately washed away from her mind and was now filled with lust.

At first he started off slow, almost painfully slow teasing her folds and clit in a methodic teasing manner, she let out soft mewling moans, moans that turned into a sharp cry when a finger entered her.

"You're a screamer, that makes sense." Huey whispered in her ear before gently nipping at her earlobe.

"I hate you, I hate you so much." she hissed not meaning a single word of that especially as he added another finger.

He began to pump his fingers in and out at a simply punishing pace, "No you don't."

She gripped onto his shoulders like he was her lifeline, "Yeah, you're right I don't."

It should be embarrassing how easy it was for all her inhibitions to disappear, over an hour ago she was worried that wearing a skirt would give him the wrong idea and now she was currently riding his fingers like a cowgirl.

"Oh God!" she felt it, the slightly familiar but very pleasant sensation of her body building up like a volcano ready to explode. "Oh God Huey!"

Huey thankfully didn't slow down or speed up instead keeping the same pace while caressing her clit with his thumb.

"Huey I'm-"

"I know, I know and I'm here." His voice was low and gentle and that was all she needed.

It was as if a dam had burst open, her toes curled, her grip on Huey tightened, and her entire body clenched, her mouth opened wide in a comical O shape.

Huey's mouth crashed onto hers stifling the sounds of the moans of her orgasm while her experienced full body shudders.

By the time her shaking stopped she felt as if she had run a marathon, all the energy was sapped from her and all she could do was rest her head on Huey's broad hard chest.

"Oh so that's what an orgasm feels like." she laughed tiredly.

"You are really good at stroking my ego."

Jazmine snorted, "You said stroke."

"You've become a little pervert."

She looked up at him, "You know you're still inside me right?"

"Oh yeah." he pretended that he just remembered that little fact and gently tugged his fingers from where they were, snugly inside of her eliciting a soft gasp from her. That gasp turned into a moan when she saw him put his two fingers in his mouth sucking her cum off his fingers. "Am I good now?"

She rubbed her thighs together, "You are disgusting."

"Yeah I'm starting to realize that now. Do you want to finish the movie?"

"No, I am way too tired thanks to you."

"I didn't hear any complaints."

"Shut up and take me home."

"Alright."

After a while after she didn't get up he looked down back at her.

"Why aren't you getting up?"

Her ears turned red, "It's because I can't feel my legs."

Huey snorted, "You really are stroking my ego."

"Shut up Huey."

It took a minute before she could stand on shaky legs and walk out with him hand in hand past the weird guy at the desk leaving all their food in the theater and to his car where she rested her head on his shoulder and blushed red like a tomato.

They passed Huey's house, a very cute two georgian house that would be an adorable low key secondary home and fifteen minutes later they were parked at her house where thankfully her mother wasn't camping outside waiting for her.

"Thank you for tonight, I had such a good time." she leaned over and pulled his good looking face towards her, their lips touched in a sweet and shockingly chaste kiss at least it was chaste compared to what they did before.

She moved away before it could go further although she did feel a swell of pride when Huey leaned out of the car window trying to meet her lips again. His eyes intense and hungry in the night, Jazmine rubbed her thighs together again.

"Do you really need to go?" if she wasn't already tempted to just jump back into the car with him and drive off to a park or a parking lot or wherever other place that had minimal people so they wouldn't get arrested for indecent exposure or disorderly conduct but Jazmine held it in silently praising her ironclad will.

"I do, if I don't my dad will ground me for a year." She could see her father's face now, tears streaming down his face while his mother caressed his back tenderly comforting him.

"No he won't."

"You're right, he'd ground me until I'm married."

"We can get married, I can drive us to Vegas."

"You're surprisingly funny." Jazmine giggled.

"I'm not being funny, I'm dead serious you can be Mrs. Freeman in like two days."

She squeezed his cheeks like you would a very adorable child, "Well I'll keep that under consideration."

She planted another soft kiss on his lips, "Tonight was really great Huey."

"On our next date hopefully we'll actually be able to talk."

"I wasn't complaining. Goodbye Huey."

"Goodbye Jazmine."

She lingered a bit just to get a good look at his face before skipping her way all the way to the door where her mother was waiting for her on the other side, her blue eyes wide with excitement.

"So how was it?!"

A shit eating grin creeped up onto her face before she was able to stop it and a squeal of delight followed soon after, "It was amazing!"

"Oh my god that's great! Did you guys kiss?"

The smile on her face froze. They did so much more than kiss, "Yeah anyways I'm feeling really tired I need to hit the hay."

Sarah DuBois pouted, "But you've haven't told me any details."

And she never would, "We'll talk later mom I promise, bye!" and she ran up the stairs to her room leaving her mother in total confusion.

While doing her hundred step bedtime routine she could not get tonight from her mind - the kisses and…the touches, his breath on his neck, the nips at her ear. She would never tell her friends in their spill sesh later but her hands slipped down in between her legs in the bath while she imagined it was him after which she slipped on her white silk negligee and jumped into bed.

Where she laid, eyes wide open staring at her white ceiling waiting for the sleep to come because the moment she closed her eyes nasty and downright disgusting visions popped up into her head that were the same combination of Huey, her, lack of clothes and a bed or a couch or a kitchen counter or a bathtub or a car or…Oh God.

So at 1:47 a.m in the morning Jazmine DuBois sat up in her bed, her thighs clamped together in equal parts excitement and equal parts shame.

This was so needy and so slutty.

She was going to Huey's house.

Chapter 5 Completed.

I promised steaminess and I delivered :)

Another Jazmine POV, I might have chosen it because I wanted a cute makeover scene because fashion is fun and I love writing about what characters are wearing which has been lacking in this fic.

Also yes Jazmine is a little freak and we will see more of that especially in the next chapter.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed it! :)