Light Skin, Long Hair Ch. 02

Jasmine looked up from her menu to steal a glance across the table at her date. Deon was dutifully engrossed in his when she looked up, but soon he met her eyes, as if he could sense that she had been staring.

She smiled and went back to browsing her menu. She hated to admit it, but she was really enamored with this guy. She and Deon were out at a seafood restaurant downtown for their second date - her choice, her favorite place. For their first date, they had decided to keep it casual and go to a cheaper restaurant. The food was not spectacular, so the conversation had been the focal point of the date. It had totally made it worth it. Deon was a great conversationalist. He was able to have a higher level of intellectual conversation, which was something that Jasmine needed in a mate. At the end of the date, they split the bill, and then took a moonlit walk in a nearby park, continuing their conversation.

They had come to a bridge over a small, rapid creek.

"So, Mr. poet, let me hear a few bars," said Jasmine.

"Alright," he said, clearing his throat. He began to recite a poem he seemed to be making up as he went in an oratorical tone.

"Not bad," said Jasmine.

"That was right off the top of my head, too!"

"You'll have to share some of your written work, too."

"You're right." Deon began looking around, as if in a haste to find something. He settled on the sky. "There's hardly a cloud up there."

"Huh? Oh, the sky," said Jasmine, looking up. "Yeah, it is a pretty clear night."

"You can see nearly all the stars." He began naming some of the ones he knew.

"Right, if you say so." Astronomy was not a subject in which Jasmine was well-versed.

They started walking again.

"So I guess you've got to work on your paper all day tomorrow, huh?" said Jasmine.

"Pretty much. It has to be submitted online by tomorrow. I'm such a procrastinator."

Jasmine sighed. "Yup, I remember those days. So glad to be out of school. At least for now. The real world is pretty grating, too."

"I believe it."

"What's your paper about, anyway?" Jasmine asked. "Come to think of it, I can't believe I haven't asked you this. What are you studying?"

"Literature."

"That's pretty cool. What kind of literature?"

"19th century African-American literature."

"Oh, awesome!" said Jasmine, getting excited. The writings of blacks in the 1800s was a subject that Jasmine found fascinating, and she had spent a good amount of time studying it in college. She almost considered declaring an English minor just so she could study it more for credit. "That stuff is so interesting. I'm sure you're really enjoying it. What's your paper about?"

"Oh, you know, it's a research paper. They're all about the same. Just a lot of references to stuff no one really understands or cares about."

Jasmine couldn't imagine that an aspiring scholar of literature wouldn't care about the works he was no doubt discovering in his studies. "Okay, I guess." She inquired further. "Are you sure you're really into it? If you don't like doing research papers, how are you going to get through your thesis?"

Deon sighed. "Yes, Jasmine, I'm sure. I'm just a little burnt out. You understand that, don't you?"

"Of course."

"Alright then," he said with a note of finality to his voice. Jasmine knew to drop it.

They walked back to the parking lot.

"Well, Deon, I had a great time tonight," she said once they reached her car. He took her hand in his, and drew her close, then kissed her.

"Me, too," he said. "We'll have to do it again sometime."

Jasmine raised her eyebrows. "I agree. Actually, I was thinking that maybe I could come over to your place? Since you're such a great cook and all." Jasmine gave him a playful pinch on the arm.

He chuckled and looked down sheepishly. "Yeah, maybe at some point. But next time I think we'll give your cooking a try."

"Okay. I'll be the brave one," said Jasmine. "After you finish with your exams this week, come by my place, and I'll nourish your soul with a meal made with my TLC."

"Alright," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Sounds like a plan."

"Okay. See you then." They gave each other a final peck on the lips, and then Jasmine got in her car and drove home. Jasmine really did want to visit Deon's place, but she was fine with having him come over to her place too, she supposed. She'd just have to dig in those old boxes in the closet and pull out one of her mom's old cookbooks for a recipe that would go straight to his heart.

Monday morning, Jasmine woke up with a vengeance. She was feeling energized and up to the day ahead. She had to be. Today she would be putting the finishing touches on a major assignment, and she was going to make sure that the work she did was excellent.

The assignment she had been working on at the coffee shop last week had turned out well:

"Jasmine, you did a really good job covering the new charter school proposal last time," Susan Barnes had said at the previous meeting, looking at Jasmine from the head of the boardroom table. "It looks like we've really found your niche here with education-focused stories."

Mallory, the timid redhead who sat across from Jasmine at the table, looked from Susan to Jasmine and back again, with a worried frown on her face. Each member of the team had a "niche", and until recently, Jasmine's niche as a staff writer had been "black interest" stories, and Mallory's had been education.

"But I want to change it up a little bit. How would you feel about covering the mall development this time?"

The new development near the mall was a hot-button issue in the city, and until then, Philip's story.

"Sure, I'd be happy to do that," Jasmine had said, without thinking about what she was saying.

She saw that Philip had his eyebrows raised in surprise. Susan had given him another assignment that was also business-related, but it was clear that he hadn't been expecting the change.

She was almost done writing the piece, and needed just one more interview to make it really perfect. She dressed in a blazer and slacks - typical reporter garb, made up her face, and pulled her hair back into a bun. She drove to the location, conducted the interview, and got good notes. Then, she headed to the office to work on the finished product.

*****

"So, he's coming over tonight?" said Jasmine's friend Sheila, with a big grin on her face.

"Yeah, but it's not what you think!" said Jasmine, chuckling, and wiping her brow.

The two of them were in the gym downtown working out on side-by-side bicycles.

"I'm just going to make some dinner, we might watch a movie, and that'll be it."

Shelia looked dubiously at her. "Mhmm. Right. That's what you're saying now. But tomorrow, I bet you'll be saying something different."

Jasmine chuckled again. "Nah. See, I know better now than to give it up too quick. That's the number one killer of relationships."

"You are right about that. But you guys have been on how many dates now, four? How long are you going to make him wait?"

"Naw, girl! Just two. This is only our third date. It's way too soon for that."

"Okay... if you say so. What are you cooking for him anyway? You know that food is the best way to a man's heart."

"Just some salmon and mashed potatoes. Nothing too serious," said Jasmine, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Salmon? Fancy! Look at you!"

"Girl, shut up." Jasmine gave her friend a dismissive wave.

"What? I'm just saying."

Jasmine rolled her eyes as they walked to the locker room. She showered, and changed back into her regular clothes. She bid goodbye to Sheila and left the gym.

It was six o'clock when Jasmine got back to her apartment. Two hours until Deon would arrive at the house. She showered again for good measure - this time using her strawberry body wash. She released her wet, wild, curly hair from the tight bun it had been in, and let it take on its natural mane-like state. Jasmine donned the dark low-cut top she had worn earlier in the day, but swapped out the pants for a comfortable skirt. A cute, but still comfortable look. She re-did her makeup and added just a touch of fragrance, and headed to the kitchen to begin preparing the meal.

Now it was six-thirty. Jasmine really was secretly fretting over this dinner. She had cooked this meal before, but somehow it was a much more complicated affair now. Should she give it a little extra spice, lest it be too bland? How should she lay out the food? Plates already made, on the table? That was trying too hard. Food still left in pots and pans on the stove, completely free-for-all? Maybe that was too casual. Serving plates, maybe? She caught herself thinking about this and told herself to stop acting like a little girl, and just be confident.

She seared the salmon to perfection, and made the mashed potatoes and green beans just right, a result of very careful cooking. By the time Deon arrived at eight, had the food laid out in a pretty array of serving plates in the kitchen, complete with a dessert of assorted fruit.

"Well, hello there," Jasmine said playfully as she greeted Deon at the door, giving him a hug.

"Hey, sexy. Smells good in here. What do you have for me?"

"Oh, you're hungry?"

"Damn straight!"

Deon followed Jasmine into the kitchen. "Alright, big boy. Help yourself." She handed him a plate. They both made their plates and sat down at the table.

"Wow. This salmon is delicious," said Deon.

"Glad you like it," said Jasmine.

"I'm really impressed. I guess you really can walk the walk."

"Yup. Now it's your turn."

"Oh," sighed Deon. "Yeah, about that... I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Jasmine laughed, and dropped the subject. "So, how did your midterm go?"

"I think it went well. I put all of my effort into writing that paper, so hopefully my professor will give me a good grade," said Deon. "How did your assignment go?"

"It went well. It was kind of stressful, but I got it done in time. I never knew just how passionate people were about that shopping center going up," said Jasmine.

"It's going to be right in their neighborhood! Of course they're passionate. Before that mall went up, there was nothing out there - it was completely country. Then the mall came and made it all commercial. And now, they want to put a Walmart out there too? That's just too much. Imagine all the traffic. They're really hurting the community."

"I suppose, but I would think those developments would make their property values increase." Jasmine shrugged. "But, hey, whatever. I'm just there to report, not take sides."

"Yep. That's a good journalist."

"Exactly. How can you be a good reporter if you're biased?" said Jasmine, thinking of Philip, whose conservative leanings were apparent in just about every piece he wrote.

"How are things going at work?" asked Deon.

Jasmine sighed, and smiled. "I love it, and I hate it. Lots of work, but, I finished with my last piece, and I think I did a good job. We'll see how my boss likes it."

Deon nodded in understanding, then took the last sip of his juice.

Jasmine took his plate and took the dirty dishes to the sink. So far, so good, thought Jasmine. Dinner was a success.

"Now, because you're so awesome, I'll let you pick the movie," Jasmine said, leading the way into the living room.

"Great!" said Deon. They sat down on the soft upholstered sofa and scrolled through the Netflix library until they found something that Deon liked that Jasmine could also stomach. It was an action movie. Not Jasmine's favorite genre, but she tried to stay engaged along with Deon.

They wound up snuggled up close and reclined on the couch, with deon leaning against the armrest, and Jasmine curling her legs up on the couch and resting her head on his shoulder. As the movie went on, Jasmine took notice of Deon's hand sliding lower and lower down her side, but didn't say anything to stop it. At last, his hand came to rest just above her ample behind. He rested his hand there for a minute, but did not go any lower. He brought his hand back up to her waist, and tightened his grip on it, pulling her closer. They kissed, tenderly at first, and then became more passionate. He was a great kisser. His thick lips were smooth and soft. Jasmine slid her hand up his neck, and extended her fingers into his hair, giving his scalp a massage. Deon moved his hand all the way down to her behind this time, and gave it a little squeeze.

They lay back on the couch. Jasmine rubbed up his hard chest, getting the first glorious feel of his chiseled pecs beneath his tight tee, and his small, hard nipples poking through the fabric. She straddled him, and pressed her breasts into his chest as she lay down on top of him. She attacked his mouth, kissing him deeply, nibbling a little on his thick lips. She moved to his neck, kissing his soft, smooth skin. She began to grind on him, and he gripped her behind for leverage, raising his hips into her in rhythm. She felt his hardness through his jeans pressing into her bare thigh underneath her skirt.

He slipped a hand under her skirt and to her inner thigh. She felt a finger graze her crotch through her panties, which were by now, very wet. She realized that things were quickly going further than she had planned. She was quickly losing control. Jasmine gripped his wrist as she felt his hand slide under her shirt. She pushed his hand back.

"Why don't we call it a night," she said softly, smiling.

He looked at her for a second and then returned her smile. "Alright, miss. If that's what you want." He sat up.

She gave him an empathetic caress on the back, and a peck on the cheek. "Thank you." She stood up.

"Thank you," he said, following her as she led the way out of the room. "I really enjoyed dinner. And you."

This made her blush. Jasmine opened the front door for Deon, who took a step outside. "Good night," she said, giving him another peck, this time on the lips.

"Night. Talk to you tomorrow."

She listened to Deon walk all the way down the stairs before shutting the door.

Now, Jasmine's mind whirred, as her heartbeat finally slowed. Had she gone too far with Deon? Would he lose respect for her now? See her as a cheap lay? Worries fluttered through her mind once again as she washed her face and pinned up her hair for the night. Could she ever rest with this man in her life?

*****

The wet sounds of gurgling and slurping filled the room. It was music to Deon's ears, as Alexis's juicy lips wrapped around his thick cock, working hard to accommodate his big member. She gave the best head he had ever had. She could suck hard, just the way he liked it, and could actually handle all of him, with the ability to take him to the very back of her throat.

She pulled back and stroked his dick with her hand, taking a moment to catch her breath.

"You like that, big boy?" she said sexily, licking her lips, showing off the shiny metal stud in her tongue.

"Hell yeah," he said.

She took the hard member and placed it between her big tits, and smacked them together, completely engulfing the dick like a hot dog in a bun. She pushed them in together and used them to stroke it.

"Oh, shit," he said, watching his member disappear between her fluffy pillows, and reappear, pressing up against her chin.

She stroked him with her hand again and jumped right back into sucking.

This was their third round that night. Deon figured he would spend his last load on a great blowjob. Deon had already enjoyed the pleasure of Alexis's deep, wet pussy, from a variety of positions. He loved when they did it doggy style, because then he got the pleasure of feeling her jiggling ass, which he was always sure to give a few smacks, and when she was on top, because then he got a great view of her big, jiggling tits. Alexis loved it hard and deep, and he gave it to her just the way she liked. She was always hollering his name and how good his dick was. This did wonders for his ego.

She kept working her magic and before long, he was shooting his last weak jets of cum into her mouth. Alexis swallowed it, no problem.

"Ahhh," he sighed, laying back on the bed, satisfied. "That was great. Hope you enjoyed it."

"Yup," said Alexis. "Anytime I get some of that good dick, it's a good day." She was gathering her clothes from around the bedroom, putting them back on.

Deon chuckled. Alexis stepped out to use the restroom. He was tired, and his eyes began to close before she came back to the room.

"Deon," she called sternly, waking him back up.

"Huh?" he said with a start.

"I'm leaving."

And? Thought Deon. And then he remembered. "Oh yeah. Okay. Let's go." He threw on a T-shirt and his boxers, and led the way to the front door. He opened it, allowing Alexis to walk out.

"Alright," Alexis said, standing on the doorstep of the house.

"Alright," Deon responded, beginning to close the door.

"No!" Alexis exclaimed, putting her hand on the door to stop him. She extended her arms to give him a hug, with raised, expectant eyebrows.

He gave her a hurried embrace and then drew back to shut the door, but she planted a kiss on his cheek before he could close it.

"So I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?" said Alexis.

"Umm, tomorrow might be a little busy."

"Okay then. Doesn't have to be tomorrow. But soon. I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

"Okay."

"Goodnight!"

Deon sighed of relief as at last he was able to close the door. He returned to his bed and lie down, happy to have it all to himself. He enjoyed sex with Alexis, as they had been meeting to do for the past couple of weeks, but that's all it was to him. It was just sex. He didn't really want anything more with Alexis. She seemed to think that there was something more between them, and that annoyed him. But he figured he would put up with it for a little while if it meant that he could keep getting good pussy. Especially since the woman that he was really interested in, Jasmine, was holding out on him and showed no signs of letting up any time soon.