“You know why she don’t roll no more, don’t you?” Jasmine soothed herself with a deep, brain tingling hit, ready to give out Passion’s confidential information. “She said she took two pills at one of those rave parties. She was with her friend. Damn! What’s that girl name?”
“Lisa?”
“Yeah, Lisa. And they both was rollin’, right. Went back to ole girl crib and shit got kinda wild.”
Jo Jo gave Jasmine a curious stare as she paused and puffed. It seemed as if the X sent her mind racing in a different direction as she appeared to lose track of the subject.
Hanging tightly on her every word, Jo Jo said, “Well … you just can’t stop right there. Tell the muthafuckin' story!”
“Oh, my bad.” Reminiscing on Passion’s lustful tale caused Jasmine to think of her most recent bisexual experience, which was off the chain explosive in her book. “Somehow they ended up in the shower together. One thing led to another and ole girl went down her. She let her do it til she came but when it came time to return the favor … well, I guess she chickened out.”
“Ain’t that a bitch,” Jo Jo cursed and stomped his feet. “I told her ole girl wanted her. She probably would’ve did both of us. Wait til she get her punk ass back.”
Jasmine’s heart jumped violently in her chest. She didn’t want to be singled out as the disloyal gossiper. Passion's friendship meant something special to her. Or so she claimed. “Hold on Jo Jo. You can’t tell her I told you. She gon' be mad as hell at me.” There was only one way to keep him quiet ... for now, and the now was the only thing that concerned Jasmine.
“I think we done enough talkin’.” Jasmine tossed the tail of the blunt to the floor and stood up. She didn’t have to say much at all. Unmistakable desire filled the huge pupils of her eyes, delivering the most important dialog for this unforgettable moment in time.
“It’s gettin’ hot as hell in this muthafucka,” she continued, unsnapping the short skirt and flinging it out of view. In the spur of engagement, she became stimulated by the music banging in the background and began to dance. Not slow. Hard and designedly, prurient intent behind every swivel of her hips.
“Damn,” Jo Jo spoke softly, damn near choking on his parched tongue.
“Keep ya dollars in ya pocket. This one on me.”
“Fa sho.”
Jasmine slowed her roll and moved in a circle, pausing to put her rear directly in Jo Jo's view. Like one of those beautiful Brazilian babes from the Evasive Angle flicks, she shook her money maker with zip, whacking both cheeks hard for good measure. She glanced back and wiggled an inviting tongue, signaling that her oral game was up to par as well. This anxious moment had been so long in the making, but she knew it would come sooner or later – with or without Passion’s involvement. Jasmine often fantasized of the sexy interracial couple, pictorially imagining them sucking and fucking her to multiple orgasmic explosions. She yearned to feel their tandem touch, but Jo Jo would serve just fine.
Jasmine approached Jo Jo, spread her legs, and hovered over his lap as he sat there on the bucket. “How you know I was down?”
“Cause I know these things,” he replied smoothly. “The weed keep me insightful. On my toes. At the top of my game.”
“Really? Well what that X do for you?”
“Shit, have a nigga horny as hell.”
“We'll see about that.”
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